I leave in a minute to catch a train to New York City. I’ll be visiting the offices of Recorded Books, where they are finishing up the recording of the PROM audiobook. They want to add a brief interview with me at the end of the tape. Here’s hoping I don’t come off as a gibbering idiot. I loathe the sound of my voice on tape. In my head, I sound like a youngish Lauren Bacall. In reality, my voice is a cross between a chipmunk and an easily offended maiden aunt. Gah.
I love visiting NYC, but there’s no time for dawdling or gawking today. As soon as the interview is over, I’ll hop back on the train home. I leave tomorrow for a trip North, both to see my BH and for family gatherings and my niece’s graduation this weekend.
Feeling like the sand is running out of the hourglass….