On Saturday, I fly to New York to join other authors at the Jewish Book Network in presenting our sparkling personalities in a two minute speech that captures the essence of our books and what we may offer audience members as speakers at future events. No pressure. Adding to all this excitement, I am not used to traveling by myself and New York seems daunting at the moment. As soon as I get there, I’m off to the Actor’s Temple to see my college roomie perform in Goldstein, the Musical, on her closing night. It’s a 23 minute walk, and my goal is to not end up in Brooklyn.
I both hate, and firmly believe, that doing what scares you most is the best way to grow. So, off I go, to be an independent urban author for a week. Wish me luck!