Well this is it. I leave tonight on the red eye. I’ve squished as much of me as I can into my small rolling carry-on and computer bag/purse. I’ve gone through my lists over and over again, and my passport’s ready. What can I say? This is it.
I’ve been planning this trip for six months.
It all started with a whimsical thought: Wouldn’t it be cool to attend a Thrillerfest conference? Go to writing workshops given by the top thriller writers in the world. Talk to New York agents about my work. See a play on Broadway…
Followed by a: Why not?
Followed by: Could I?
And cinched with a: If not now – when?
Only a few hours now.
Did I mention that PJ says we’re flying in the same kind of plane that crashed in San Francisco. He’s a details man.