Today I taped the first of what I hope will be many interesting and exciting radio pod-casts. PET PEEVES can be found at www.petliferadio.com and I’ll have a new show and guests each week for the half hour.
As a writer who routinely interviews for research when writing nonfiction books and articles, it felt pretty darn comfortable doing the same thing for the show. Of course, I invited an incredibly media-savvy first guest, David Frei, who co-hosts the Westminster Kennel Club Show each year.
The most difficult issue for me–I like to talk, too. I need to conciously shutup and make airtime for the guest to speak. And it’s a bit tricky knowing when they’ve finished a thought. I don’t want to talk over them with the next question or comment. It sounds bad and just flat ain’t polite.
Hope y’all will tune in and let me know what you think. This is an adventure for me, one I hope others enjoy, too. Authors of pet books should contact me about being a guest. Or if your novel includes a cat or dog, love to work up a show around that as well.
I entered the blogosphere less than two months ago, and already I’ve one on livejournal, at NBC’s petside.com, and now here! Red Room certainly is jumping. I’d already posted about Patry’s book on my other blog but I’m delighted to see it’s a cause here as well.
I only know a few other folks personally, or have met them. Suppose I should drop ’em a line and say howdy, that being the neigborly thing to do. Maybe their cats and/or dogs will respond, ya think? Lately my most intellectual conversations occur with close encounters of the furry kind.
Today has been a “damage control” kind of day. After a near-scare yesterday when all my text and image docs disappeared off my computer (ARGGGG!), today I spent backing up everything. I’m also getting squared away to record my debut show (me hosting a radio gig, who-da-thunk it?). Between the regular weekly deadlines (three columns now), I also must find time to finish the article assignments, prepare for an upcoming business trip, finish entries for a contest, continue to work on the OWFI conference for May, polish a couple nonfiction book projects–oh, and work on my fiction.
Most importantly, though, I must make time for the fur-kids. They sure keep me sane, offer a much needed mental health break, and really are the reason I got into writing.
Lordy, it’s 3:30 am, I hafta quit and sleep sometime. Hope y’all have a fine day, and if you read this and have cats and/or dogs–give ’em a pat for me.