A while back, I was invited by the Idaho Writers Guild (IWG) to teach a workshop for them, requiring me to travel to Boise. Sure, I said. This would be a new experience, since I teach workshops all the time, some in person, some online, but none of them involve my leaving the immediate vicinity of Seattle. (I should note here that I barely leave my neighborhood these days, since as a freelance editor/writer, and with an Internet connection that’s fairly consistent, there’s no need to. Also, my car is dead and rusting in the backyard, but that’s another story.)
Anyway, I decided to make the trip a one-day affair, flying in before and flying out after the presentation, after I found out that weather in Idaho is an unpredictable thing in April. We had nightmares of a sudden snowstorm trapping us in various stops along the way if Mike and I had decided to drive. At least if I had to stay in Idaho overnight due to snow or tornado or, say, an onslaught of locusts (it could happen!), I could catch a later flight and Mike wouldn’t miss a day or more of work. And this way, I figured, I could get home in time to work in the garden.
Yes, I could hear you snickering ALL THE WAY HERE. Stop that.
The workshop was scheduled to start at 10 a.m., and the SeaTac flight to Boise was at 6:30 a.m., so I found myself getting up 3:15 a.m. and being driven to the airport by the ever-patient and in this case going-back-to-sleep-soon Mike, getting there shortly after 4 a.m. to get in line for the TSA. For a 6:30 flight.
And you know what? It wasn’t too soon to get into line. All those people who warn you that it takes a while to get through the TSA check aren’t kidding. At least at SeaTac. After I got a boarding pass, I followed the signs pointing to the gates and found myself standing at the end of a line of people. Many, many people. Hundreds and hundreds of people. At 4:20 on a Saturday morning. Geez Louise. It was not unlike checking in at San Diego Comic-con, but nobody here was dressed as Captain America or Wonder Woman. (Wouldn’t be comfortable for travel, I would guess.)
At least the line moved relatively briskly, but then I assume most of the people in it weren’t awake enough to NOT shuffle along when prodded. When I finally stepped up to the TSA person, it was about an hour later, and by then I was wide awake. But then I was taken aside for a pat-down, so after that (I had a hard time keeping a straight face; me a suspicious sort? Snort), I really WAS awake.
Since I had plenty of time after that before my flight and I was awake enough, I walked around a bit, since it had been a while since I’d traveled by air and I’d been to the airport. I was pleased to discover that among other restaurants, there was a takeout joint for Asian cuisine called Waji’s, which I assume is an offering of the Asian grocer Uwajimaya (I haven’t had a chance to check) not far from the gate for my flight. There were Starbucks every few feet, of course, and a Wolfgang Puck place down the corridor. And unlike the last time I was traveling somewhere, everything was open (at that point, SeaTac restaurants didn’t bother to open in the middle of the day, we discovered. Yes, at a major international airport. Poor form). This morning, however, at 5 a.m. on a Saturday, everything was open and busy.
The flight itself was smooth and uneventful, with about 40 passengers for a propjet designed for 80, less than an hour and a half travel time. The weather in Boise (of course) was bright and warm and sunny, about 80 degrees, so (in case you hadn’t concluded on your own) no snow. Or tornadoes or locusts. I was met by Elaine Ambrose, a member of the Idaho Writers Guild and an accomplished published humorist, and she was kind enough to show me some of the sights on our way, including Boise State University! A college that close to the airport would have advantages. (I wonder if the school has a low-residency graduate program? That would be really convenient!) And Boise is still small enough that I could see the mountains beyond (pretty close), the sky above, and the land itself, something, I realized, I hadn’t been able to do for years in Seattle. So THIS was what that phrase about “wide-open spaces” meant. I’d forgotten! Not really having seen it, not since our trip across the country in 1989.
I was worried about how far it was from the airport to the Riverside Hotel, where the workshop was being held, but it turned out to be something like ten or fifteen minutes, most of that through the city itself and a few on the freeway (apparently the only freeway around, making travel directions VERY simple). So let’s sum up: sun, no traffic, pleasant company…yep, easy-peasy.
You’re waiting for the other shoe to drop, aren’t you? Of course you are. So was I. The room reserved for the workshop was set up and ready for the attendees, and some people were already there waiting. I met my contact with the IWG, Greg Likins, who it turned out left lovely West Seattle the same year Mike and I arrived in it, so we spent a few minutes talking about the ol’ hood. Small world indeed. Greg had made sure to print out additional handouts when we discovered there were going to be more attendees than we expected, so as the minute hand ticked closer to ten o’clock and the place remained sparsely occupied and we had all these extra printouts, I wondered if I was going to be speaking to a pretty empty room.
Turned out not. At ten almost on the dot, there was a flood of people into the room, and within a couple of minutes, the place was filled, and we could begin.
The workshop—“Stirring the Plot: Taking your basic plot across the genres, and making your story work, no matter the genre”—went well, as far as I could tell. At least that’s what they told me. I just knew I enjoyed presenting it, and I tried to help those who asked questions. The attendees ranged from newbies to veterans, spanning genres, fiction and nonfiction, both sexes, and the young woman who won my Wear Black giveaway was writing a graphic novel. When all was said and done, many of the attendees came up to tell me that what they had learned was going to help them enormously, so it was worth the trip.
I was invited to lunch with some of the attendees afterward, members of the Coeur du Bois chapter of Romance Writers of America, so we spent a lovely hour talking shop and I was also introduced to a substance called “fry sauce.” I’d never heard of it until the waitress asked us if we wanted some. For those not familiar with it, it’s a combination of ketchup and mayonnaise, and it turns out to have been around since the late 1940s, mostly in the western United States, with variations around the world. The recipe changes from place to place, but the main ingredients in this area remain the same. The ladies were excellent company, as was Elaine, who joined us as well. And the sweet potato fries were great with the fry sauce.
Much too soon I had to get to the airport, especially since I was expecting the same lunatic TSA lines there—but I was assured that wasn’t likely. Amberly Smith was my ride there, and that was appropriate, since it was Amberly’s email to me that started me on my journey to Boise in the first place, when she dropped me a line asking if I would be interested in teaching a workshop. We talked about our writing, our lives, and even our pets. And she laughed when I expressed concern about the Boise TSA line, but she delivered me right on time nonetheless.
If any of you out there want a pleasant airport experience, avoid SeaTac and go to the Boise airport instead. Admittedly, one is an international airport and the other is not, and Saturday can be a busy day of the week (or not), but after I got my boarding pass and went to the TSA line, I…okay, there couldn’t have been more than eight or nine people in line. The only excitement was when a woman fainted for whatever reason. And once again, I was taken aside for a pat-down. I guess I do look threatening.
This flight was actually almost full, but it still left on time and efficiently. It landed a few minutes early, and Mike (now awake and everything!) picked me up, about twelve hours after he dropped me off.
Did I work in the garden after we got home? Do you KNOW me? Of course not! Nor did I take a nap, as you would assume that I would. I went to sleep at 10 p.m., about normal time, woke up about 3 a.m., thought to myself I could go back to sleep…so I did.
Thanks, Idaho Writers Guild and Coeur du Bois! You made my day jaunt to another state a wonderful trip!