This past week was a busy one. I had a lot going on at the day gig and a lot happening in the e-realm where dreams come true on computer screens. I took a day off here because too many days in a row of grindin’ leads to unnecessary muscular breakdown and a hyper-sensitized pelvic region. And as someone that’s had to say “Baby stop. It’s sensitive and basically out of f*ckin’ order for the next 2-4 hours,” trust me when I tell you the break was needed. Did you happen to see what I did there?
So this means I have a bit of catch-up to do this week. Catch-up equals 2 posts in a day. I haven’t decided which days that’ll happen and I won’t tell you beforehand because that means I have to hit a specific deadline. No hard feelings (Pause), but I got enough of those as is.
I do have some good news before I wrap this brief post up. On Friday afternoon, I got an email from a producer on the Michael Baisden Show. She googled BAWSE and my picture came up.
Ok, I lied. I’ll spare you the exact how, but know that I did a series of leprechaun kicks, thanked whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul, then accepted the invite. So if you’d like to hear me getting my radio game up, you can check me out later this week on the Michael Baisden Show. I record the segment on Monday night. Best believe I’ll be scrambling out of work early in an effort to account for Murphy’s Law. And yes, I’ll share the time once I know when it’s happening.
Sh*t, I probably won’t be able to concentrate for most of the day. The majority of my work will get done between 8:46am and 12:23pm. It’s not very often that I get to chance to be heard on a show that’s nationally syndicated. Actually, this has never happened before. The appearance on the show is by far the most significant exposure I’ll have gotten since I’ve been writing. I’m still not a star, but this is definitely a step in the right direction. *Knock on wood*
Lastly, I find out on Monday if Single Black Male made it to the finals in the Black Weblog Awards. I’ve definitely got my fingers crossed and hope that the hard work I’ve put in over the last few months there has paid off. If we don’t make it, I’ll probably fly out to LA for the ceremony, show up with a handle of Henny, then interrupt the acceptance speech of the most light-skinned (closest to white) woman that receives an award.
Anyways, wish me luck. I’ll be tossing and turning in bed, pacing around, or doing something of significance with half the effort until the interview has come and gone. Until the next post, I bid y’all adieu.
Pen Name, Real Gimmick,
P.S. I went international and wrote an article for All Woman, a lifestyle e-mag in Kenya, titled Is Thirst the New Plague of the Proper Woman? Check it out, comment, and/or share with friends and all that other good stuff. It’s the right thing to do.