RITA award winner, New York Times best-selling author, USAF veteran, 747 airline pilot, and mom Susan Grant loves writing about what she knows: flying, adventure, and the often unpredictable interaction between men and women!
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Long before I wrote my first book, I adored telling tales. As a child, the only thing I liked more than daydreaming was an audience. But instead of writing down stories, I drew pictures. I was a bit of an art prodigy, and even had a drawing put in a museum in NY when I was three, but the moment I glimpsed the Apollo space launches on TV, I tossed aside my budding art career to pursue flying. Not only did this break my art teachers’ hearts, it sparked a life-long war for dominance between my left-brain (the side said to control logic) and my right-brain (the artistic, thinky-feely lobe). It’s the only way I can explain how I somehow ended up as a 747 pilot who writes romantic fiction.
At eighteen, I set out to live the stories I’d only imagined, and entered the United States Air Force Academy as a member of the third class in history to include women. Looking back on it, it was much nicer being in the third wave of women pioneers at the service academies rather than the first of the female graduates — without having to suffer the media attention, I still got to see all the excitement, such as the last all-male class graduating in 1979 and then the first women graduating in 1980. By the time, I graduated from the “Blue Zoo” in 1982, women were such a staple of the place that they’d even finally gotten rid of the urinals in the women’s bathrooms! (On the downside, we had to find new flowerpots for our philodendrons)
After coming to terms with the grim discovery that I lacked the gene necessary to comprehend advanced calculus, I graduated USAFA as a second lieutenant and went on to USAF jet pilot training at Laughlin AFB on the Rio Grande in Del Rio, Texas, where the only math required could be done with my gloved fingers. (Ask any pilot — the necessity to be good in math is a myth.) I did well enough in pilot training to earn a Fighter-Attack-Reconnaissance rating (FAR) but due to body parts beyond my control, I was not allowed to fly fighter craft. Thus, I ended up as one of the few women handed a flying instructor assignment after pilot training. I taught students from many different countries, including Jordan and Ecuador, who went on to fly the fighter jets I wasn’t allowed to fly, but it was a great experience and lots of responsibility for a young lieutenant.
Three-and-a-half years later, I wangled my way into an awesome assignment at Mather AFB, Sacramento, Ca, flying T-43s, which are Boeing 737s. It turned out that the USAF had contracted United Airlines to give us our annual emergency procedures training in their simulators at the UAL training center in Denver, Colorado. One night, the instructor on loan from UAL handed me an application and asked me to fill it out, as I was due to get out of the Air Force that year.
The timing was perfect! United was hiring like mad, and this time I did get to pioneer, as one of the very first female B747 flight engineers flying overseas. Yeesh, was that ever interesting! You’d think women were new to aviation the way some people acted, particularly those in foreign countries. I remember doing a walk-around inspection of the aircraft one day in Manila and having a fascinated, machine-gun-toting guard follow me all around the plane, while I prayed he didn’t pull the trigger in his utter shock at seeing a woman pilot on the tarmac. After a couple of years of flying as an engineer, I went on to pilot B-737s and eventually B-747-400 jumbos, the aircraft I fly currently. Which of course meant even more pioneering…in an unexpected way: flying pregnant! Both of my children have at least seventy hours flying experience in-utero. (And, yes, they kicked the hardest when I was landing — the prenatal version of, “Are we there yet?”)
In my years with United, I’ve landed in typhoons at 4 am body-clock time in Taipei; I’ve flown over Iceland and Greenland, the Aleutians, Russia, landed in Fiji when we didn’t have enough gas to make it to Sydney, and flew during the tense times in the wake of 9-11. I’ve done a lot, seen a lot, and now I put those experiences into the books I write, thanks to my right brain finally kicking my left brain into submission after all those years in a technical profession.
I began writing in 1997, and sold my first two books in 1999. My debut novel, the historical time travel ONCE A PIRATE sold in a bidding war and went back to press within days of its official release. My second book, THE STAR KING, a 2001 RITA finalist (the “Oscar” of romantic fiction), blew apart age and species barriers when it paired a 43-year-old heroine with a very sexy alien. In 2000, I was featured on the TV show Extra! along with Nora Roberts. Of all the things I’ve done in my life, the most surreal moment was seeing Leeza Gibbons holding my book in her hands.
Since then, my books have made bestseller lists and have won many awards, including the RITA. When not traveling, I’m happy being a homebody in my house amongst the towering oaks in the Sacramento valley in California with my family, our Border Collie, a Maine Coon cat and her two offspring, a twelve-foot python (loose in the house), several bad-tempered attack dogs, Manfred our 6 foot 8, 345 pound body guard and former Albanian prison guard fired for using excessive force, and his wife Frieda, our housekeeper, a retired circus performer/knife thrower prone to acute bouts of PMS.
So, whether it’s writing, flying, or mom-ing, I’m grateful for the diversity of my life, and the adventures I’ve had, and continue to have, because I love weaving those experiences into my stories. And whether it’s a swashbuckling time travel, an adventure to the farthest reaches of the galaxy, or a post-apocalyptic fantasy, I promise that my books will steal you away from the chaos of everyday life.
