A slight digression.
I have a beautiful, spirited, and bright daughter. She is many amazing things, but she does not leave me
much any free time, especially during this time of year, when my husband is working almost non-stop–including weekends, the middle of the night, and just about every evening. It’s true: we text each other within the house.
Quiet time at home is obtained by TV bribery, although it’s limited and I’ll hear “Hey, Mama!” on average every two minutes. And because her school is far from our home, I often work at a coffee shop near the school, rather than at my office.
I’m laying this out because while I have an amazing microphone and a book with errors I’m dying to discuss, all organized and tabbed and outlined, because OCD is the first order of business–the first review is probably going to be in text form, because I can’t get the quiet time necessary (or my co-host’s attention) long enough for a podcast. I am working on a not-entirely-secret plan to involve some of my legal colleagues in guest spots. (You know who you are!)
So the news: look for the first review in the next few days. If all goes well, you’ll hear my voice. If not, it’ll be my prose and a promise for next time. I have a sort of weekday claim on the basement lounge of the coffee shop, and I bet if I set up the microphone, no one would bat an eye. (And it would make for some awfully interesting guests, come to think of it.)