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Moon Quest, Cut Material

I am one of those writers who writes without outlining the novel ahead of time. The outliners out there are shaking their heads at me. My first drafts are long and meander all over the place that requires large portions to be cut during the following drafts. Sometimes cutting whole, or several chapters, is hard as I love them. What matters is whether they are needed to move the story forward. After a draft or two, it is easier to realize some of this material does not do that.

Writing this way allows me to get to know my characters, their backgrounds and motivations and where they want to take the story that I have not been able to flesh out whenever I’ve tried to outline. Just like an iceberg, there is more below the surface than one reads in a novel.

I hinted about the scene posted below in the published novel but felt the reader didn’t need to read this to figure out some of the difficulties one of my main characters, Debra, has.

Orbital Logistics held a press conference to introduce to the public the first two crews of their manned space flights. Win stood off to the side and let Adeline, his vice president of marketing and public relations, introduce the fourteen astronauts and give their background before coming to work for Orbital Logistic.

When she opened it up to questions, a reporter from Space.com got the first one. “Commander Taggart, how’s it feel to get chance to fly into space again after Nasa terminated you after your accident?”

Debra pasted on a smile. “Great. I’m honored to have this opportunity.”

“Did you ever imagine you’d get to go into space again?” A reporter from the New York Times asked.

Adeline threw Win a glance, as if admitting he had been right. Win had been on the fence about having this press conference.

“No, I didn’t.” Debra’s expression was now a grimace.

“Maybe a question for somebody else,” Adeline said to the reporters. “We have thirteen other extremely qualified astronauts here too. Major Cooks has also been in space.”

“Ms. Taggart, do you have the trust of your crew to command this mission?” A Washington Post reporter asked.

Win stepped up. “We have complete faith in Commander Taggart’s abilities, or we wouldn’t have her commanding the second mission. But I must ask, you call yourself reporters and grill an American hero about the worse day of her life without first researching what caused her accident. You want some headline producing news, look into that. Are there any questions for our other remarkable astronauts?”

Relief swept across Debra’s face.

“Commander Taggart, it was reported you flew an unairworthy aircraft that caused your accident. Is that not true?” A reporter from Bloomberg asked.

“If that were true,” Win said, “we wouldn’t have hired her. Now if you don’t have any questions for our other astronauts, we’ll conclude this and thank you all for coming.”

A reporter from Aviation Week and Space Technology, who had run a series of articles on Win’s accident over a decade ago asked, “Mr. Swift, did you hire Commander Taggart because you have similar histories?”

Smiling, Win said, “Really, Ms. Hunt, do you think so little of Orbital Logistics ’s hiring that we only employee those who have experiences similar to mine. What boring unimaginative company that’d be.” He gestured to one of the mission specialists. “Commander Judy Murray was an executive officer of a submarine. I’ve never done.” He pointed to another mission specialist. “Dr. Summers summited Mt. Everest while on he was on sabbatical from getting a doctorate in geology. I’ve never done that either. Maybe I shouldn’t have hired you guys.”

Luther Bronder, a mission specialist, raised his hand. “I was in a car accident once. It wasn’t an aircraft accident, but does that count?”

“Yeah, I was too.” Scott Holt, a mission specialist beside him said.

“I had to cut an airshow short because of a rough running engine,” Heather Langston said. “Can I keep my job? I really like this company and what we’ll accomplish.” She, like Win, had been on the U.S. Aerobatic team.

The pilot, or who would be the second in command on Debra’s flight, Craig Malone, pulled up the pant leg of his flight suit. “I scrapped skin off my leg when my motorcycle went out from under me. I think have the scar to prove it.”

Win couldn’t help but smile from this group sticking up for one of their own. A quick glance at Debra showed her beaming.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have hired this group,” Adeline said to Win. Turning to the reporters, she said, “So, unless there any questions pertaining to our upcoming missions or for any of the other crew members, we’ll conclude this and thank you for coming.”

“Mr. Swift, what will be the most difficult aspect of the first flight?” The Space.com reporter asked.

“Ask Major Cooks,” Win said. “He’s the one flying it. I’m just writing the checks.”

The stories the media published were favorable, doing a decent job of explaining the first two missions and the difficulties the crew would experience. Several, though, reported that “Orbital Logistics’s disgraced former NASA astronaut Debra Taggart avoided questions about her troubled past.”

If you want to find out why the reporters were so interested in Debra’s history, you can download or order the novel here.

Moon Quest is Published

My latest aviation themed novel—well, space themed, mostly—Moon Quest is now available for download at Amazon. You can order it here. For those who want to read an actual book versus an e-book, the paperback version should be available within the next few days.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you do, please leave a review at Amazon. Reviews, besides helping to sell books, provided valuable feedback. They allow writers to become aware of what readers liked, or did not like about a book, which allows us to write more engaging stores. They also are good for our egos.

In a few days I will include here quotes from characters in the novel that will encourage you to read the novel, or allow you to learn a little more about the character that you may not have deciphered from reading the book.

Thank you for your interest.

Moon Quest, First Chapter

Debra Gilford taxied the NASA T-38 she was piloting up to the runway hold-short line at Ellington airport on the outskirts of Houston and stopped.

It’s been fun, but I don’t see a future for us as a couple. Adam Noonan, the mission specialist who was sitting in the backseat, had said that to her just before they walked out to the jet.

Fun! She had thought after months of working together to train for their mission to the International Space Station he had come to understand and admire her and wanted to be passionate with a like-minded soul. Why had she been so stupid? Noonan had never been married, and it was well known he dated often.

Over the intercom, Noonan said, “Hey… uhh… DT, you okay? We’re… uh… burning fuel we’ll need later.”

Maybe if she had made friends with the women astronauts she might have confided in one of them instead of Noonan that her marriage was over. It was one of the few things she had ever failed.

She sighed. Making friends was something she had always struggled to do. Memorizing a flight manual or figuring out an engineering principle were things that came easily to her. Sharing what was going on in her life with another, or freely giving her thoughts on a subject, were things she had never mastered. Which, she knew, made her seem reserved or even standoffish. Some, she suspected, thought she considered herself better than others. Since she often excelled at tasks given to her, she could understand that logic. But what most didn’t understand was that her accomplishments had come from studying her ass off.

She keyed her microphone. “Tower, NASA seventy-eight ready for takeoff.”

“NASA seventy-eight, clear for takeoff runway three-five left. Winds three three zero at twelve.”

“NASA seventy-eight cleared for takeoff.” Debra mentally gave her head a shake so she could focus. This aircraft’s left engine had a history of its Turbine Internal Temperature (TIT) running hot. She would need to keep an eye on it during the takeoff.

After she lined up on the runway centerline, she held the brakes and advanced the throttles to the MIL setting—maximum power—letting the engines stabilize, then pushed the throttles beyond the detent to engage the afterburner and released the brakes.

She experienced the satisfying shove into her seatback as the aircraft began accelerating down the runway. The left engine’s TIT settled on the redline. If it stayed there, they would be okay.

At 135 knots she began to ease back on the stick. A moment later they were airborne. She retracted the landing gear and flaps so that she did not accelerate past the maximum speed allowed with them extended and continued accelerating to 300 knots.

The left engine’s TIT began to rise above redline accompanied by a vibration.

Debra was pulling that engine out of afterburner when there was an explosion accompanied by a shudder through the airplane.

“What the hell?” Noonan said over the intercom.

A quick scan of the instruments showed the left engine had failed.

She had just completed that split second scan when the right engine’s fire light illuminated.

If only one engine was on fire, she would shut it down, activate the extinguisher, and limp the airplane back to the airport. But since one engine had apparently destroyed itself causing the other one to catch fire, they had only one option.

“Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Tower NASA seventy-eight, We’re ejecting,” she radioed. Then over the intercom, “Eject! Eject! Eject!”

The moment she finished that sentence the canopy was jettisoned when Noonan pulled the ring between his legs that started the ejection sequence. A second later, the rocket in both of their seats fired, sending them out of the aircraft.

In her seventeen years as a pilot, first as a Navy F18 pilot, then a test pilot, then at NASA having piloted the space shuttle, this was the first time she had to eject. The sudden acceleration out of the aircraft was as disorienting as she had read.

A few seconds later, her parachute opened and none of the lines were tangled. She took only a second to be thankful for that before searching for Noonan. To her relief, his parachute had opened too.

Then she watched in horror as the T-38 rolled to the right and began descending towards an apartment complex. It crashed into one building and exploded. The wreckage continued into the neighboring building before coming to rest. Both buildings quickly became engulfed in flames.

She didn’t have time to dwell on the fact her actions might have killed people in those apartments as the ground was rushing up. She needed to mentally prepare to fold up her legs and fall to her side when she hit the ground or she might be injured. She would touch down on a school’s soccer field.

A glance over at Noonan put her heart in her throat. He would land on Sam Houston Tollway. The traffic on both sides of the busy highway was racing along it as if oblivious that an astronaut was descending onto them.

A part of her was glad she had become preoccupied with her landing and trying not to get hurt to witness Noonan, when just a few feet off the ground, was smacked head on by a tractor trailer.

New Novel, Moon Quest, Blurb

My latest thriller, Moon Quest, will be published, July,15, 2026. Below is its blurb. I will publish the first and several following chapters later.

I will also be giving away copies of the novel close to publishing time in return for an honest review. Keep watching here for the giveaway details.

Thank you for your interest. Here is the blurb:

Winston Swift has spent his life chasing one impossible dream: to walk on the moon. But when a crash in the jet trainer he designed shatters his shot at becoming a NASA astronaut, the billionaire aerospace heir refuses to let anyone decide his future.

Walking away from his family’s aerospace conglomerate, Win builds Orbital Logistics from the ground up, determined to beat NASA, rival nations, and every private competitor back to the lunar surface. His mission is bold. His timeline is ruthless. And his greatest asset may be Debra Taggart, a brilliant former astronaut whose own NASA career was cut short by a T-38 accident—and whose fierce independence makes her as difficult to manage as she is impossible for Win to ignore.

As Orbital Logistics surges ahead in the new space race, fear spreads that Win intends to claim the moon’s resources for himself, locking out anyone who hopes to build lunar outposts—or push farther into the solar system.

Then the accidents begin. Equipment fails. Lives are put at risk. Critics blame Win’s relentless ambition. Others point to Debra’s troubled past. But as the launches increase and the stakes climb beyond Earth itself, Win and Debra must uncover whether Orbital Logistics is being undone by hubris—or by someone willing to kill to keep them from reaching the moon first.

A Pilot’s Perspective of Southwest Flight 1380

Blown engine of Southwest 1380The engine failure and cabin depressurization of Southwest’s flight 1380 on Tuesday morning, April 17, hit close to home. I’m a Boeing 737 pilot for another airline who has flown from New York’s LaGuardia airport to Texas.

This blog’s intention is to give people not in the airline industry some perspective of what the pilots and flight attendants of this flight might’ve dealt with.

First off, my condolences to the family of the woman killed on the flight. I cannot imagine the anguish they must be experiencing.

I also want to congratulate both the pilots and flight attendants for successfully handling this emergency. All airline crews train for emergencies, but only when one happens is do we learn who can push aside their fear, concern, and confusion and deal with the situation presented to us.

The details presented here come from what I’ve gathered from news reports and my own experience with this aircraft. I don’t have an insider track on the investigation. All thoughts and opinions are this writer’s.

The flight was climbing through thirty-two thousand feet on its way up to thirty-eight thousand when one of the blades on the N1 rotor—the large fan on the front of the engine that generates the majority of a jet engines thrust—departed the engine. Why is unknown at this time. That’ll be something the National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB) will determine.

The departing blade tore away the engine inlet lip and part of the cowling, flinging parts against the fuselage and shattering a cabin window.

The pressure in the cabin at this stage of the climb would have been approximately seven pounds per square inch. When the window disintegrated, roughly one thousand pounds of force attempted to shove  the unfortunate woman sitting at that seat out the window.

Either the woman’s shoulders or hips, or heroic efforts of the passengers nearby who grabbed her, prevented her from being completely forced out the small hole.

In the cockpit, the pilots—two of them, not a lone one as the news media portrayed—were probably first alerted to this problem by a vibration more severe than they had ever experienced. When the rotor blade departed, the engine might have ingested some of the debris and damaged the internal turbine sections signaling an engine fire. Within a few seconds the window would have shattered, and the cabin altitude would have climbed above fourteen thousand feet signaling another warning to the crew.

The crew would have been confronted with two severe emergencies at the same time: an engine fire, and a cabin rapid decompression. Either one alone would have made this pilot’s heart pound.

Most likely, the crew donned their oxygen masks and established communications with each other. Time of useful consciousness at this altitude would have been approximately one minute. With the fighter-pilot like masks on they would not have been able to yell to each other. Once they configured their audio panel so that they could communicate through the aircraft’s intercom and overhead speaker, they would’ve consulted the Rapid Depressurization/Emergency Descent checklist and begun a dive for a lower altitude.

Getting to a breathable altitude, ten thousand feet or lower, would have been more important than dealing with the engine fire. The oxygen masks in the cabin would have deployed automatically, but that supply of needed air would only last for approximately twelve minutes.

The emergency descent procedure is to deploy the speed brakes by yanking on a lever beside the throttles—which would lift four desk size panels atop each wing that destroy lift and cause drag—and descend at the maximum airspeed of 335 knots. That would have given them a descent of five to six thousand feet a minute.

Some of the passenger reports of the vibration during this time might have been from the rumble the speed brakes make when deployed at this speed.

 Once they were in the descent and that checklist complete—which there are several more steps than mentioned here—they probably began dealing with the engine fire.

The initial steps in that checklist has the crew shutting down the engine that was on fire, a step they should have been diligent in identifying to each other. There have been instances in the past of crews getting in a rush and shutting down the operating engine. Then, they would have pulled the fire handle for that engine to deprive it of fuel and hydraulic fluid so there would be no fuel for a fire. Then they would have activated at least one fire extinguisher.

Meanwhile, while this was going on, the crew would need to communicate with air traffic control. The air traffic controller who was watching their blip on their radar screen would need to know why they were no longer climbing but descending rapidly.

On the recordings I’ve listened to, it was obvious the controllers who worked this flight went out of their way to assist this crew. Still, the controllers need to be told what the crew intends to do so they can clear the airspace in front and below them so that they don’t collide with another flight. Not only does the controller have this emergency flight to deal with, they still have to handle the other aircraft in their sector.

If the emergency flight is diverting to another airport, which this crew rightly did, the controller needs to coordinate with the controllers at that airport they have an emergency flight coming their way.

Dealing with the numerous steps on both of these emergency checklists—something they don’t want to skip or not follow thoroughly, or they could cause other problems— and dealing with air traffic control can add additional stress. Without knowing it, a controller asking questions of their intentions which the crew may not have had time to consider, or while providing them information can interrupt their completing the checklist or dealing with the emergency in the cabin. The airline I fly for suggests one pilot fly the aircraft and deal with air traffic control while the other handles the emergency checklist.

Compounded with this, would have been the three flight attendants had their own emergency to deal with. Not only did they have a rapid decompression, they also had a medical emergency.

If the flight had been smooth prior to the emergencies, the flight attendants would have been out of their seats. Two of them might have had the beverage cart out in the aisle. When the cabin depressurized, they would have had to decide to use a free mask that dropped out of the ceiling, or rush to their jump seats and retrieve a portable oxygen bottle. In this model of the 737 each passenger service unit deploys four masks.

If they were breathing from a mask dropped from the ceiling when they noticed they had a medical emergency, they wouldn’t have been able to attend to them without possibly passing out. Only after being notified by the pilots that they had descended to an altitude where oxygen was not needed would they have been able to attend to the injuries; unless they had retrieved their portable oxygen bottles.

 It will be interesting to know if the flight attendants and passenger that gave the gravely injured passenger CPR continued to do so through the approach and landing, or did they take their seats and buckle in. Knowing they were landing in a stricken aircraft their self-preservation might have urged them to take their seat. It’s possible their compassion for this dependent passenger overruled their own survival.

At some point the pilots and flight attendants would need to talk to each other, yet another distraction for the pilots, but one that is critical. The flight attendants would need to inform them of the numerous injuries and ask what the plan was. In other words, how long before we’ll be on the ground, would they be evacuating or bracing for impact.

This would have happened while the pilots were preparing to land at an airport they had not planned for. They would need to learn what the weather and landing runways were, program the flight management computer and tune the navigation radios for the approach as well as discuss the landing.

It appears there was some miscommunication in the conversations with the flight attendants. Considering the stress both were experiencing that is understandable. From the recordings I’ve heard the captain reported to air traffic control a passenger might have been blown out, which wasn’t the case. It also would have been the flight attendants who informed them about the missing cowling. Though the flight attendants probably reported it as the captain did to air traffic control by stating, “a part of the aircraft was missing.” The pilots can not see the engines from their seats and neither one would leave the cockpit to go take a look.

 The 737 flies well on one engine, but it is more difficult than flying with two engines. Every power change will require an adjustment of the flight controls as the aircraft will attempt to roll towards or away from the operating engine. It has also lost more than fifty percent of its thrust considering the weight of the dead engine and operating engine is not on the aircraft’s centerline. Flying the aircraft on one engine is something crews practice every nine months at most airlines. Still, the pilots were not in the simulator and would know they could not screw up. Also, having injured passengers onboard might have urged them to hurry the approach so they could get medical treatment.

 Most crews will never experience either one of these emergencies, let alone compound emergencies. I haven’t in my career and hope I never will. Even without the death of a passenger, I imagine the stress now with the media attention and the numerous questionings they will go through from the NTSB, FAA, and their own company will be considerable. Knowing that a passenger died on one of their flights will probably be something they will carry with them for a long time.

I applaud this crew for their handling of these emergencies.

First Chapter of novel, Blamed.

BLAMED Small-promoChapter One

I awoke to crushing pain radiating from my legs. My arms were dangling above my head and my hands were resting on the overhead panel of the aircraft. Fighting to remain conscious, it took me a moment to figure out I was upside down.

I yelled and squirmed in an attempt to stop the slide into nothingness and to relieve the agony in my legs. Neither relaxed the all-consuming pain. If anything, my thrashing sharpened it, making me aware of a stabbing throb in my chest.

We were on approach to Dallas-Fort Worth when … what? I could not remember why I would be upside down and in such misery. A black hole filled my mind, erasing what happened between everything being normal as we approached the runway and the torture of the present.

Wind whistled through the shattered cockpit windows, ruffling my hair. Shards of glass littered the overhead panel. Smoke that stank of burned jet fuel and something vaguely ominous drifted in.

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire! Fire! I had to get the flight attendants and passengers to safety! The evacuation training we practiced every nine months kicked in before I remembered we had been ferrying the empty aircraft from a maintenance facility in San Salvador.

Damn! The agony made rational thoughts impossible. I mentally worked to block the misery so I could think.

Ned! Why hadn’t the first officer, who had been the pilot flying, made a sound?

When I looked across the cockpit, I screamed.

The overhead panel had bowed in and crushed the forty-something husband and father’s head backward at an extreme angle against his headrest. A lifeless eye bulged from his distorted, bloody face. It stared straight ahead.

The laid-back pilot with a dry sense of humor looked like a ghoul from a Hollywood movie.

How could he be dead? He had been joking with me just moments ago.

To distance myself from the sight, I squeezed my eyes shut while fumbling for the seatbelt buckle of my five-strap harness, then hesitated. If I released it, I would plant my head into the overhead panel, which was filled with numerous toggle switches. Even if I didn’t impale on a switch or break my neck, the agony in my legs made me question if I could work them enough to crawl from the aircraft.

I risked a glance. Whatever had happened to us had bent the instrument panel down, trapping my lower extremities under it. The femur in my right leg poked out through a tear in my pants. A constant stream of blood ran from the tip of the broken bone.

I recoiled, and the bone moved.

An intense spike of nausea erupted, emptying my stomach. Vomit burned my throat, ran into my eyes, and up my nose.

I swiped my face with my arm to clear my vision, sending a wave of blackness rolling through me. A part of me welcomed an end to my misery, while another part of me worried I would never regain consciousness. I couldn’t leave my wife, son, and daughter.

The sounds of large diesel engines approached. Air brakes hissed. Were they from the crash and rescue trucks?

“Help.” My cry was a gurgle from the vomit in my mouth. I spit.

The smoke outside was so thick now I couldn’t see the ground. Would they find me before I was consumed by fire? “Help!”

I didn’t see any movement or hear any voices. I would not die helplessly. I had to get out of the airplane.

The intensity of the torment in my side grew, making it harder to breathe. When the yoke rammed into me had it broken a rib, or my sternum? Punctured a lung?

A shove on the yoke to move it forward proved futile.

If I slid the seat back, I might breathe easier and free my legs. It would also aid in getting the hell out of the cockpit.

Twisting to yank the lever at the base of my seat stabbed my chest. With my free hand, I shoved on the glareshield, normally at shoulder height but now waist level, hoping to ease the pressure against my chest. The seat did not move nor slacken the crushing force in my chest.

It also intensified the torture in my legs. I doubted a chainsaw cutting into them would hurt worse. The bellow I unleashed didn’t summon the strength needed to distance me from the yoke. The intensity of the torment was so great, I almost blacked out.

If I slipped back under, I might either bleed or burn to death.

I sat as still as I could, panting.

The gulps of air I took didn’t relieve my shortness of breath.

Through gritted teeth, I pushed on the glareshield, yanking on the seat adjustment lever at the same time. When I didn’t move, I attempted to shove my feet against the floor under the instrument panel. Unimaginable agony consumed me, plunging me into inky darkness.

Naming a Character

BLAMED Small-promoWith my feet propped up on my desk, and a legal pad in my lap, I study the list I’ve written on it. The creak of crutches behind me expels a sigh from me. “Do you have to do that?”

“Hey, you said I’d be on crutches all through the story, so I thought I’d practice,” the character in my upcoming airline thriller, Blamed, said.

I go back to contemplating the list.

“You know, it’d be easier to pace on these if that dog wasn’t lying in the middle of the floor.”

My faithful friend, Hunter, lays nearby as he always does when I’m at my desk. “Get used to it. You’ll have a golden retriever in the story.”

“Really? Cool. I like dogs. Have you named it? Or is it nameless like me?”

“Casey.”

He tests speaking the name. “Casey. All right. That works. So what are you thinking for me? Since I’m a pilot, it should be something distinguishing. Like… Buck Teager.”

I shake my head. “That’s too close to Chuck Yeager. Besides, your first name will be Bill. It’s the last name I’m having trouble with.”

Bill stops his pacing. “Bill. Okay. That works. But why Bill? Seems pretty common.”

“I’m using my late brother in-law’s name. He too was a pilot.”

“Bill it is. Let’s test out what you’ve thought of. Run them by me.”

Luckily, no one is home to hear me having this conversation, or I’d probably be locked up in a mental ward. But I’m sure every novelist would understand letting a character assist with choosing their name.

“Here’s what I’ve thought.” I hold the pad up. “Kopp.”

Bill scrunches up his nose. “Kopp? Bill Kopp? Think about it. In the story I’m in an airliner accident. Won’t people think I should have kopped to it?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I run a line through the name. “How about Wilde?”

An eyebrow is lifted. “Isn’t an airline pilot supposed to be a buttoned-down rational person? Not a wild Bill?”

“Good point.” Another name gets crossed off. “Wilbur. No, forget that one. One of the Wright brothers was named that. Butler.”

“Bill Butler. Who probably would have the nickname, BB. Seriously?”

“Hadn’t thought of that. Then I can scratch off Bower too. Hunter.”

“Your dog’s name? Wow, your imagination is amazing.” Bill rolls his eyes.

“How about Egan?”

“Egan? Bill Egan.” Bill looks like he’s tasted something bad. “I suppose, if you’re really set on it.”

“Fine. You come up with one.”

“Let’s see.” He resumes pacing with the crutches. “Mid-fifties. Pilot. Do I have a sense of humor?”

“Yeah.”

He stops and smiles. “Kurt.”

“Like James T. Kirk?” I shake my head.

“No, Kurt. K-U-R-T. But the similarity could be a joke. Since I’m an airline captain, my rank and name probably will be spoken a bunch of times throughout the book. Captain Kurt. It could be a little joke.” Bill lights up. “Hey, I could even say in the story at some point that my mission is to boldly go where no airline has gone before.”

I chuckle. “If that thought was interjected during a serious moment, it might give some levity to the scene.”

He’d nodding. “See. It’s a good choice.”

“Yeah, but… Kurt is too close to Kirk. How about Kurz?”

With his hands held in front of him like he’s making a frame, he says, “Bill Kurz.” He gives a nod. “Not bad. Close to Kirk so the line will work, but still unusual. Works for me.”

“Bill Kurz it is.”

“Am I married?”

I type Kurz on my list of character’s names. “Yeah.”

“What’s my wife’s name?”

“That’ll be a possible topic for another blog.”

If you want to read what Bill’s experienced in Blamed, it will be published in December 2016.

Writers, do you have these same conversations with your characters?

Mishap on Christmas Eve

Santa Claus and sleighSeveral years ago on Christmas Eve, I flew a flight from Houston to Calgary. It was a clear night with a sky full of stars. I’d turned down the cockpit lights and leaned ahead so I could look up and take in the majestic beauty. Although I would’ve preferred being home with family, I wished I could share the beauty of the night with others.

 Nearing the U.S.-Canadian border, the traffic collision and avoidance system began to yell at us. “Traffic. Traffic.”

 The first officer and I both checked the navigation display to see where the yellow dot was located in reference to our aircraft, and whether it was above or below us. The dot that represented the aircraft that had the potential of colliding with us was on my side of the aircraft and below. We turned our attention outside searching for the aircraft.

 Several seconds went by while the dot on the screen moved closer to our aircraft. Neither the first officer nor I spotted the other aircraft. As clear a night as it was, we should’ve seen the red and green navigation lights.

 When the dot was within three miles of us, the yellow dot turned to red and “Climb. Climb,” was announced.

I disconnected the autopilot and eased the yoke back making the 737 climb. Both of us frantically searched for the other aircraft. When the dot on the navigation screen merged with our aircraft, I spotted the traffic.

I blinked and looked again. Some old fart with a long white beard that blew out behind him, wearing a red coat and cap, was flying a sleigh pulled by eight reindeer. The back of the sleigh was stuffed with a bag full of multi-colored items.

As the other, err… aircraft flew several hundred feet below our left wing, the reckless pilot lifted a mitten-clad hand and waved.

 I couldn’t believe it. The man and his reindeer were moments away from becoming a headline and he had the gall to wave like it was no big deal? Not only was his life as well as the lives of the one hundred and fifty people onboard our aircraft in danger, the lives of those beautiful eight reindeer were moments away from death.

 I hope the Federal Aviation Administration found him and grounded him permanently. He’s a danger to others. I also hope SPCA finds a home for those reindeer so they won’t be put in danger.

Final Authority, by Robert Dobransky and Joesph Dobransky

Dobransky Final AuthorityThis is one of those airline mysteries that is filled with authentic details. You’ll feel like you boarded a flight and can’t get off until you’ve landed at your destination.

Written by two brothers who fly for competing airlines, their experience with the large complicated industry is revealed in their realistic look at fictitious Global Alliance Airline and several of the key people who run it.

I would have given this book a five star rating instead of four except for a couple of issues.

The authors would bring the story to a stop to go into a lengthy tale of a character’s backstory, when I feel this could have been layered in throughout the novel, or left out. I also felt the authors overly dramatized several of the characters who weren’t pilots. A couple I questioned how they rose to their lofty position within the airline, an issue many pilots have with their airline’s management, but in this case it came across as exaggerated. Lastly, I questioned the need of the prologue. It showed the trouble the protagonist Captain Bruce Bannock faced at some point in the novel, yet it wasn’t until the very end of the novel its purpose was revealed. I read the majority of the book questioning what the prologue had to do with the story.

That aside, the authors did an excellent job showing the lengths some within an airlines hierarchy will do to seek power and wealth. Offsetting this group were some qualified, hard-working individuals who did the real work at keeping the airline operating while it faced the crisis portrayed. The authors showed this latter group realistically.

And, extremely important to this reviewer, the flying details were exacting. Readers interested in an airline mystery that could potentially happen will enjoy this book.

I look forward to reading more from these authors.

 

Equal Time Point by Harrison Jones

Harrison Jones Equal Time PointThe details in this book are accurate and it is apparent the author is a retired airline pilot. The events that are depicted could also happen, something which makes this pilot shudder.

An airliner on an Atlantic Ocean crossing runs out of fuel and ditches miles from any land or boats. It is only a matter of time before the passengers and crew perish.

I thought the story started off slowly making it easy to put down. It reminded me of the Airport movies in the seventies. The author spent considerable chapters showing some of the recurrent training pilots receive leaving the reader with no doubt of the emergency they’ll face later in the story. The airline and its associated problems are described. We’re introduced to the crew which the author does a great job of depicting. Then finally, the villain is introduced. It was from this point the book held my interest.

The ending was dragged out and could have been summed up quicker. I would also have liked to have seen more emotional attachment to the main characters. This is a trait that’s difficult to write, but I feel the author will do a better job of this in later novels.

My gripes aside, once I was hooked, I sped through the remainder of the story. The crash and the events that follow kept me on edge and made this pilot think, “How would I handle that situation?”

The twist near the end was cleverly written and accurately depicted. The author gets a pat on the back for coming up with it.

This author has a couple of other books published which I will read. I recommend this book to lovers of mystery novels. I rate this book four stars.