Posting will be light today. I’m going to NYC for the Pajamas Media launch. I’ll update later if I can.
Update: I dig the PM story on National Review Online, but the writer misspelled my name. [Fixed!]
Update II (1:00 p.m): Plane delayed on runway. What fun! I decided to open comments for entertainment purposes. What’s happening in the blogosphere today?
Update III (4-something p.m.): Waiting for my limo, dahlings…
Update IV (6:45 p.m.): OK, time to blog. If you’re a reader who thinks I blog about myself too much, now’s the time to flee.
3…2…1…The best thing about New York City so far: No jetlag! About an hour ago, I experienced every writer’s dream. An editor at the excellent Christian Research Journal asked if I’d write an article about Kwanzaa, the “African American” holiday. The dream part is having an editor contact you with an assignment rather than submit queries and wait. And wait. And wait to hear back.
Downstairs people are mixing it up and socializing, but I’m in my room blogging and procrastinating. I’m trying to finish an article for Biblical Worldview Magazine, due tomorrow. I wish I had the time (and money) to hang out in NYC for a few days. The last time I was in the area was around 1999 when a friend and I drove up to attend a wedding in Yonkers. Two law school classmates tied the knot.
When I was a kid, we lived on Long Island for a few years, but eventually returned to South Carolina. I didn’t like living in a small town and looked forward to summer trips to visit my mother’s sister in Harlem and my father’s father on the island. I used to love those family road trips. I felt safer in the car with my parents and siblings on the road at 4:00 a.m. than I’ve ever felt in my life.
Enough waxing nostalgic. Got to finish this article.
