Off to California Tuesday. Off to New York a week from Monday. Off to Omaha again mid-November, then Texas. (I'm out of town 18 days in November.)
The flights today were a little frustrating. I was already seated, dozing, when the Omaha flight was still boarding. Someone clocked me right in the forehead with their carry-on. That sort of set the tone.
On the other hand, in getting off the plane in Portland I realized I'd been seated in First Class behind a Famous Hollywood Star for the past four hours. He's a distinctive looking actor, about my age, but was very dressed down. As we got up to leave, I began to talk to him.
|jaylake:||Don't I know who you are?|
|FHS||(In a quiet, patient voice) I don't know, do you?|
|jaylake:||I've seen your face many times.|
|FHS||(smiles) Then I guess you do. It happens.|
|jaylake:||I'm a writer. No one ever knows who I am.|
|FHS||You like it that way?|
|jaylake:||Well, from what I read in the papers, I think so.|
|FHS||What do you write?|
|jaylake:||Fantasy and science fiction.|
|FHS||Who's your favorite writer?|
|jaylake:||Gene Wolfe. I think he's one of the greatest writers we have in any field.|
|(We talk about Gene Wolfe for a few moments.)|
|FHS||What book of yours should I read?|
|jaylake:||Mainspring. (I hand him a business card.) Look me up on Amazon|
At that point I realize the entire First Class section is just listening to us talk, no one trying to get off the plane. I never said his name, or told him mine out loud. He was so very low key, but I think he appreciated being recognized without being hassled. The really weird part is I don't think anyone else in the cabin recognized him.
Really, it was very cool.
One more thing: Apropos of nothing in particular, said by me recently to kenscholes:
"Trying to understand your own writing is like cutting your own hair. Sometimes you get lucky and find the right mirror."