Day 1, 1,276 words.

What a clusterfuck of a day. I went to bed at 1a last night, having been on the phone with the airline for 1.5 hours trying to get a flight into Philly. I had to then get up at 5a to make it to the airport, only to find out that my flight was cancelled again, and then I had to wait in a 2 hour lineup to get rebooked onto another flight.
I made it to Philly, but barely had any time or energy for writing.

Still, I managed to make it to 1,276 words and I am sure I will get a lot done tomorrow because I will be hanging around in airports with nothing else to do!

I promise to comment on other EsNo blogs very soon, but have to get to the conference banquet and I'm hoping to get to bed as soon as I come back to the room.

Here's an excerpt and a photo of Jude Law Si Greengage:

            I had never really been a fan of Si Greengage as an actor, but I was glad of the opportunity to see some of his oeuvre. As the plane traveled south, I let my mind relax into The Guatemala Project, an action thriller in which Greengage played a 1950’s American scientist risked his life to save some Guatemalan villagers from the Guatemalan army, or perhaps it was a militia. The politics were fuzzy, to say the last, as they would have to be to mask the fact that Eisenhower had done Guatemala no favors. While my (already low) opinion of Si’s politics was dropping, my opinion of his chiseled jaw, scruffy stubble, and adorable widow’s peak was significantly improved. I was starting to think of him as Si, for goodness sake. I had never met the man and I was not only on a first name basis with him (in my mind), but I was also calling him a nickname!

            I would need to rein in my Si fandom when I reached Los Angeles, I knew, but for the duration of the plane ride, I could sleepily admire the lopsided smile he was so famous for, and the way his whole face crinkled when he looked at the lovely Guatemalan woman (a girl, really, who was played by a White actress famous for her philanthropy in what she called ‘Third World countries’) who was his object of devotion (object being the operative word, the feminist in me sneered) in the movie.

            I was so absorbed in Si’s antics in the village square that I was surprised by the flight attendant tapping me on the shoulder, reminding me to turn off my headphones and return my seat to an upright position. Although I couldn’t hear the movies soundtrack, I continued to watch Si seduce the girl, the village, and the entire American public, as the plane taxied to a stop at the landing gate. This was going to be an interesting trip, to be sure.