Friday, May 27, 2011

The Beginning of the Blog

Welcome to my blog. I plan to post twice a week, each entry will be around 500 words. There may be exceptions on length, such as author interviews.
I have to admit, getting my blog up and running has been one of the most challenging things I have attempted. Through this process, I was reminded of another “challenging” venture, I’d like to share with you as my first post:
                                    Photo credit: Joezachs (dreamstime)

I was alone on a plane flying from Chicago to New York City’s JFK Airport. I was an independent artists’ representative, carrying the portfolios of about fifteen artists to promote and hopefully procure work, from publishing house art directors. I was exhausted from preparing for the trip and glad to be on the plane, so I could relax. But, once the announcement was given that we were beginning our descent, it finally hit me what I had done. I was landing in New York City for the first time and I knew no one; I about lost my lunch. I had no office to call for reinforcement; it was up to me. In addition, after three days in New York I was going to fly to Boston (again, I knew no one) and do the same. What had I been thinking? I had visited companies in the Chicago area, but this was “the big guys in publishing.” To top it off, it was a rainy day.
After landing, I collected my baggage and managed to find a taxi cab so I could get to my hotel. I was very guarded as to what to say to the driver as one of my best friends, who had lived in Manhattan, had admonished me before I left, “Don’t let those cab drivers take you for a ride,” meaning don’t let them drive you around in circles to just get a higher fare. After I settled into the back seat, the cabby asked me:“Where are you from?” I hesitated, but, I answered quietly: “Chicago”.
“Really, I love Chicago.  It’s so much easier to get around than New York. I’ll give you a tour.” As we drove and he pointed out interesting landmarks, I found myself relaxing and thought maybe New York residents were just people, too, they just moved faster.
Well, I made it to my hotel and once in my room I learned the definition of small in New York. The size of my room made any Holiday Inn look like a luxury suite. My first meal was a take-out at Kentucky Fried Chicken (how New York) and I left my new $20 collapsible umbrella at the counter, and what do you know, it was long gone when I went back to get it.  
Next time I’ll share the outcome of my trip.
Did my story remind you of a new and unpredictable venture you attempted?