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literature in the form of prose, especially short stories and novels, that describes imaginary events and people. novels, stories, (creative) writing, (prose) literature.

"Flygirl is a work of fiction."

My debut novel Flygirl is just that—a novel. It is a work of pure fiction, and was never intended to be autobiographical.

Except—yes, it is based on actual events. Of course, given that I’ve invited my readers behind the scenes of the world professional pilots inhabit, I don’t see how it could be otherwise. The sights, sounds, and scents of aviation come from my experience.

And my characters? Are they real?

Every character in Flygirl is made up. They are amalgam, combinations of people who existed during the time of the book—the late ‘90s. I tried to make them realistic while still giving them the texture and complexity necessary to keep my readers engaged.

And the harassment? Discrimination? Did things like that really happen?

Sadly, yes. I do not know any female pilot who came up during the time that I did who avoided it. Some of it was much worse than what Tris encounters in the book. And Tris ended up with an outcome I think a few of my friends would have welcomed.

But did Tris have a fair chance to get what she wanted? Was her opportunity unfettered by bigotry, inappropriate conduct and hate? And, really, how much has changed?

Just weeks ago, an organization that I’ve long supported, Women in Aviation International, sent its members a confidential survey asking them if they’d ever felt discriminated against or harassed in an aviation workplace.

They are asking this question in 2018, during the #MeToo movement. Which raises an interesting question for me: are women in aerospace benefitting from #MeToo? Or do female pilots, mechanics, engineers, dispatchers, air traffic controllers, etc., still face the impossible choice that Tris does in Flygirl?

Have your own thoughts on this? I'm all ears. Drop me a note.

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Ever wonder what goes on in the cockpit during a flight? Well, I’ve got some news for you: not much.

The old cliché is that flying an airplane is hours of boredom surrounded by fifteen minutes of sheer terror. I think the terror they refer to is takeoff and landing. Neither is all that terrifying—at least to me.

Yes, yes, yes, pilots fly the plane. The sophisticated airliners of today are mostly computer controlled. It’s the pilot’s job to monitor the systems and, if the computer or systems fail—as they occasionally do—fly the airplane safely to a suitable landing spot. Hopefully on a runway.

But most of the time, we’re just sitting there. As a pilot, I spent hours in the cockpit sitting a few feet away from some person I’d probably never met before, and might not have anything in common with if I had.

My least favorite were the guys—and I use guys as a unisex term, because I’ve flown with some pretty dull women, too—who launch into their significant others the minute takeoff checklists are complete, who want to talk about politics—generally conservative—or who can’t stop complaining about fill-in-the-blank: their schedule, the dispatcher, the pilot contract...

Which reminds me of a joke:

Q: “What’s the difference between a pilot and a jet engine?”

A: “The jet engine stops whining when it gets to the gate!”

As Captain on the flight, I could simply change the subject, or tell the First Officer I wasn’t interested. The Captain sets the tone. If I was the First Officer, I had to plaster a look of rapt attention on my face, punctuate it with an occasional “uh huh,” and pray that air traffic control would call me so I’d have someone else to talk to. Or, perhaps I could think of a message to impart to the passengers over the PA. “Ladies and gentlemen, if you look out the right side of the aircraft, you’ll see me crawling on the wing desperately trying to escape my crew mate.”

If we didn’t have food, we’d talk about the food available at our next destination. Or the absence thereof. Or what restaurant we’d eat at during the overnight.

If we had food, we’d eat! Food was dual purpose equipment. It provided sustenance and generally got the pilot next to you to stop speaking. Temporarily.

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1.the action or skill of reading written or printed matter silently or aloud.

Here’s hoping it’s not really a skill, because I don’t have time to hone it.

Last year, I submitted a 3,000-word excerpt of my upcoming novel, Flygirl, to its very first contest. Every year, San Diego Writers, Ink. invites writers from all over to submit entries for their annual anthology, A Year in Ink.

I picked a section of the book that I thought was okay—well, pretty good...or possibly really good—and sent it in. Imagine my incredible surprise when it was chosen.

Up until that point, I’d received encouragement from friends and teachers, but no objective praise. This was the first time someone who didn’t know or love me said they liked what I wrote. It could not have come at a better time for me, as I was frustrated beyond description by the rejections of literary agents all over the country!

To me, this honor said, “Yeah, kiddo, you’ve got something here!” And in early 2019, I’ll have a published novel.

On June 19th, 2018 at 6:30 p.m., Volume 11 of A Year in Ink will be launched with my excerpt in it, among many other deserving pieces of fiction, narrative non-fiction and poetry. Please join me in bringing Flygirl to the public for the very first time!

Admission is free. Donations to this incredible non-profit requested.

For more information, please click here.

See you there!


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