Houston. We. Have. A. Problem.
Living in Texas I’ve heard that saying many times in connection with the space program. Never in a million years did I imagine they would affect me personally.
Texas Heir was about two people surviving a plane crash. I researched planes and plane crashes so much that they became very real to me and I was a little nervous about flying. But I dredged up the courage to go to nationals. Nothing could go wrong. It was all in my head. When we got in our seats, the plane was very hot and people started complaining. The stewardess said it would get cooler once the plane was in the air. It didn’t. It got hotter.
The complaints started again and we were told to be patient. At this point, I think everyone on the plane knew something was wrong. I had an aisle seat. You know how small those seats are. The back of the other seat was right in front of me. I felt as if I was in a dark, deep hole and I was getting claustrophobic.
I called my husband. He didn’t answer. After dropping us off at the airport, he went to the Bass Pro Shop and evidently guys turn off their phones in there. It’s like a shire or something. So reluctantly I boarded the other plane and went to DC. By the time we arrived, the Literacy Signing was over. I’d missed the whole thing, but I got my green flag. And had the time of my life! Now I enjoy writing, but I don’t want to personally experience some of the scenes I write.
So once again I have a book, The Texan’s Bride, up for a Rita and once again I’ll board a plane for the conference. And you can bet I’ll be nervous and I’ll have my fingers and everything else crossed. Nothing can go wrong. Right?
Have you had any frightening experiences and managed to stay calm? (That’s the hard part. And not screaming.)