After several weeks of hard core binge writing, I have flown the coop. Onward to Shanghai and Beijing. I’ll be there for about six weeks, recovering brain cells.
At the moment, though, I’m trying to stay awake inside the United Business Lounge at O’Hare. I had to roll out of bed (actually, just covers, as I still don’t have a bed at the new house and I’m constantly fighting the poodle for pillow usage) at 2:30 AM to get to the airport in time for my flight (which was excellent, thanks to Cosmo the flight attendant, a 27 year veteran of the NYC Police Department until his retirement) and various other passengers, who were livelier than usual and all had fabulous stories to tell. You know how sometimes you find yourself in one of those rare situations where everyone around you is on different, yet compatible, wavelengths? That was my morning.
Seen below is my suitcase (accompanied by Sparky the Reindeer). This photo will only interest those who are familiar with my travel habits and my refusal to check luggage. Which means I have six weeks worth of clothes in that roll-on, which is just small enough to fit below the seat in front of me. Yes, it is possible to do this (contents: three pairs of jeans, two denim jackets, three summer skirts, five or six blouses, cardigans, and various sundries). Especially if you’re willing to carry a purse large enough for a laptop, make-up, kindle (started reading Always Ready by Joanne Rock), and the kitchen sink.
I have another two and a half hours before the plane begins to board. I’m starving, but no food for me. Flying = liquid diet. For reasons I don’t think I need to explain.
I’ll be blogging and twittering from China, so keep checking back for daily updates! If you guys have any writing-related questions, feel free to share in the comments and I’ll do my best to get to them.