Had a seven a.m. radio interview this morning about Amish Peace and had to get up extra early to feed the dogs and get ready.
Fifteen minutes before…shoo my family out the door early. They think they’re quiet but they’re oh so NOT.
Ten minutes before 7am…lay out all of my paperwork on the kitchen counter and review…to try to refresh my faulty memory. Note on the front door not to ring the bell. Cancel call waiting.
Five minutes before 7am…dogs put in crate so they don’t bark. Or, more likely, so the puppy doesn’t do something–give me one of her looks, for example–that makes me start to crack up. Totally inappropriate.
One minute before 7am…wait for the phone to ring. Say a prayer. Look at the phone again. Palms start to sweat.
And just when you think that the station has forgotten all about you…the phone rings! And the interview is off and rolling.
Funny thing is that the interviews really are fun. The hosts are great communicators–warm and friendly and talkative and curious. Probably why they’re in that field in the first place.
Still, I wish I could speak the way I write. You know, after edits.
As prepared as I try to be, questions always come out of left field and my mind is scrambling to sound mildly intelligent. It’s so frustrating to know you’re rambling and don’t know how to wrap this unwieldly topic up!
But I was much less nervous than the last one. And next week, I have two interviews scheduled, starting at 5:30 am for the East Coast commuters.
So I’ll keep working on this interview gig! After all, practice makes perfect.