I’ve long been fascinated by heroes who achieved that title by breaking the rules, even as society demanded they knock it off and act like everyone else. That allure probably started in my backyard in Tyler, TX, in 1950, when I was either four or five years old. It was summertime, and for some reason my mother and I were rummaging inside an old shed, when she started talking about World War II military organizations for women. She most likely rattled off the WAAC and the WAVES—I was only half-listening—but at some point she mentioned the WASP, also known as Women Airforce Service Pilots. And suddenly I got the most vivid image of women with wings and stingers, buzzing about creating all kinds of havoc.

My fascination with the WASP and my love of airplanes finally came together many years later when someone pointed out that few novelists had brought the two subjects together. So I set out to do just that.

I know that many readers have no interest in airplanes, and that many others do. I decided to try to accommodate both groups, by writing so that those who are interested could enjoy the aspects of flying, while those who aren't could glide over the details without being distracted from the story.

I hope that I've succeeded.
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Published on March 11, 2011 13:40 • 1,235 views

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