Monday, November 12, 2007
I love the smell of jet fuel in the morning
Smells like … a long day. It’s dark and cold at five thirty in the morning, the stars softened by mist and the air redolent of the fuel trickling through an idling set of jet turbines. It still amazes me that it costs the company less to lease an Embraer 135 and run it back and forth than to pay for as many commercial air tickets and rented cars as the people here in this little private terminal would otherwise need to use. Probably there are additional considerations, large ones, strategic matters I can’t grasp, but whatever. I love this stuff. Meanwhile, the WIP whips along painfully, this scene and that aborted for lack of any real fire. That may be a typical symptom of the second week, so I’ll just keep trying. Somehow, I’m still only about a day behind, and that’s pretty good. [16,870]
7 comments:
WTG on the word count. Nothing makes sense during week 2. You just have to push through that somehow.
The smell of jet fuel makes me instantly and profoundly sick. I've got such an immediate reaction to the very hint of it now that just walking into the airport makes me want to retch.
I don't know about jet fuel, but getting gas for my car makes me feel barfy.
Ditto on the boring scenes. I've just left a couple hanging and moved on. They'll either be deleted and/or the good parts chopped up for use elsewhere--if there are any good parts. Can't go back and read cuz then I'll want to delete NOW. A few scenes I've summarized and will either flesh them out later or dump altogether. Just didn't feel like writing them at the time, but needed to say something to transition.
Sometimes I wonder if I should asterisk my cultural references, such as the title of this post. Anyway, jet fuel to me is an exciting smell, a harbinger of adventure, and I'm glad it doesn't make me sick. I recognize this is merely from the happenstance of never having been pregnant.
LOL. I wouldn't worry about the refs. Well, I say that cuz I don't worry about them. (I got this one [napalm], but some probably whoosh me.) The other day I posted "Jenny tagged me" with the Jenny kissed me pome going through my head, and probably no one got that but me. I have a feeling that this will happen more and more the older I get. Beats the alternative.
I recognize this is merely from the happenstance of never having been pregnant.
Nah, the jet fuel thing has been my whole life.
I just Googled the pome. I like it.
-Roy
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