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Me? On the radio? Wha......?

As some of you know I've been working on two books ~~~one is about my friend, murdered when we were both fourteen, and the other a compilation of my newspaper columns.

I've been approached to be interviewed on a radio station about my books.

Neither book is finished, Neither book has been published.

"Go and do the interview anyway", my friends say.

I'm a little nervous about it, but I'll probably say yes.

What do you think?


  1. One thing I have always found is the amount of time I sit back and said I should have done this or that. For reasons of not having the balls to take the challenge there are some regrets in my life.

    All you have to ask yourself is what have you got to lose?
    Ya might stutter....Ya might might say something you regret....You just might end up being The J K Rowlings of the US.

    Or ya might end up having fun and nothing more.....

    Crucfication is a horrbile way to die!
    Yeah! But at least ya out in the fresh air!

  2. Do it. You'll be wonderful.

  3. Janet7:10 PM

    Do it! I'll listen!

  4. Please remember to shout, I am a long way away.
    As if you needed to be told to raise your voice.

  5. do it do it do it. and then share the mp3 with us all!

  6. How did the station find out?

    Have you got a publisher already?

    I don't know what kind of newspaper column you write, but the story of your friend is gripping and sounds like a fascinating idea for a book.

    Any publicity, I figure, is good publicity. What do you have to lose?

    You're a public figure because of your column. I say (like everyone else) go for it.

  7. I am going to do the interview. I told them I wanted to wait one month, which is roughly when I figure I may have the book finished.

    They know about me because one of their on-air talent people told them about me. She knows about me because she is my friend. I didn't ask her to do this, I hadn't even thought about it!

    So no, no publisher as of yet. Perhaps this will beat one out of the bushes?

    Thanks everyone. I appreciate your cheering me on. If at all possible I will get a copy of the interview and try to put it on here so you can see how ditzy I am.


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