This was the Best. Blogging Week. Ever.
The stars were in alignment. Something was in the water.
I feel like we were all “right there” as Martin would say to Gina.
We started off chatting about The Grammy Awards. The best part about blogging is having a community. And we all pretty much agreed that the awards left much to be desired. A few bright spots here and there. But overall. Snoozefest. MIA went into labor soon after performing Swagga Like Us and delivered a boy on Wednesday.
That outfit notwithstanding, I do think it’s pretty kickass that she performed on her due date. The idea that her water could break while she was performing made that segment more exciting than seeing those four dudes bumping into each other on stage.
My favorite post this week, (possibly of all time), was my conversation with Mike Schreiber.
Mike is hilarious. His stories had me cracking up. And his pictures are very powerful. If you haven’t yet checked out his website, I urge you to do so.
On Wednesday, I debuted a new column, in which new writers send pitches they’re having difficulty placing in magazines. A very brave soul by the name of Rosalyn Yates offered her pitch to the chopping block.
All together now: It’s too long!!
Rosalyn got some valuable advice. And mark my words, you will see Ms. Yates’ names on a newsstand near you. I am sure of it.
On Thursday, I confessed another of my Geek Love obsessions: my DayTimer planner.
And of course, my dear readers are JUST as geeky as I am about their organziational systems. (Post-It notes Shydel, really?)
My dear readers chimed in with their dry-erase boards, scraps of paper, cell phone memos and composition books. After reading some of the responses, I’m starting to think I’m just overbooked. One reader said she never put more than three things on her To-Do list. Wow. I’m usually rocking at least ten things every day.
And TG pointed out something really geeky that I do. I often write things down in my planner AFTER I’ve completed the task. Just so I can have the pleasure of crossing it off. That’s pretty bad.
But ny dear reader Tarana has me beat. Check out homegirl’s binders.
She’s even got the insert thingies in the spine. And they’re typed.
I get some kind of weird thrill seeing how other folks on the quest to achieve organizational nirvana do their thing. Like a true freak, I asked my dear readers to send me pictures of their work. I even bribed you all and made it a contest. The first to send in pictures would receive India.Arie’s new album.
Well, Ms. Tarana is our winner. Congratulations Tarana, hit me up at email@example.com with your snail mail address so I can send you your prize.
And finally, I ended the week by publicly humiliating myself. Singing in a recording studio was nerve-wracking. But actually posting it here was downright terrifying. My commenters were very kind. ‘Cause y’all know I sounded awful.
A conversation with TH yesterday:
Me: Did you check out my blog?
TH: Um. Yeah.
Me: I sounded awful didn’t I?
TH: Yeah, you did. I thought you could sing better than that!
Me: So did I!
TH: One of the commenters said you were out of your range. I think that’s the case. I’ve heard you sing. You don’t sound that bad.
It’s true dear readers. He said it. And I swear it’s true. I don’t usually sound THAT bad. I need a do-over!! I need to pick a song with a different register. My voice is deep!
Alas. I won’t get a do-over. It’s over. And I’m okay with that. I think.
Like this week, my singing career has come to an end.
I’ll see you all on Monday. Have a restful Sunday…