TITLE: Waiting on a dream.
By CeCe Lane
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The local Christian radio station brought in Carman earlier this month. (or almost technically last month) The radio station also has a newspaper, that while is not large it does go out of this area. It's not quite worldwide but it's not just for my geographical area either. (And I'm sure if someone from out of the country would be interested in getting this every month it could be arranged.) This is the newspaper I write a monthly column for. I've had my own column for almost a year now, and I've been writing for the paper for almost a year and a half. I've really enjoyed it.
What I have mainly done is, taken my blog posts and had them edited, add a spiritual application and voila. I have my column. Easy and basically pain-free. (I say basically because well..you should see what my editor does to my articles. Ai yi yi!)
I have a rather strange malady when I write. If you give me a topic and say "write about this", I can't do it and have it not sound dorky. However, I want to broaden my horizons as a writer and be able to do that. I also want to be able to take a conversation and turn it into an article.
I guess in a sense that is what I think a "real" author does. And I'm not a "real" author until I can do that. Maybe I just like the thought of a challenge. Maybe I like to push myself to try new areas. Maybe I like to push myself to succeed in different avenues. Maybe I want to know if I can write this way. Maybe I want to see if the stuff of real writers is in me.
What does my article have to do with the Carman concert? Not a thing and everything.
As of this writing, I have requested an interview with Carman to be used for my January issue of Cross-Times. The one downside, I've never, ever, not one time, interviewed anyone, least of all a celebrity of sorts. To say I'm nervous would be a gross-understatement.
Try scared out of my ever-livin' mind.
Yesterday before I made the call to his booking agent, I had to call my friend for a pep talk first. Seriously! I called, she answered, I said "Hi." She said, "Hi." I said, "I need a pep talk." By the time that conversation was finished, I felt better able to (read: I did not think I was going to puke..at least not right that minute) phone said booking agent. I did and bless my soul! I got his voice mail. Lucky me.
I am right now awaiting the return phone call so we can set up a date to accomplish this interview. As I see it, I have a couple of options. I could a) do an email interview, (I email him the questions and he answers them..easy on me) or b) I do a phone interview at the radio station and hope I don't embarrass myself too horribly. I am glad he has been here and is now gone. Although since it appears he sat on his hiney on his bus all day I could have interviewed him face to face...and wet my pants, or puked all over him or...*shudder* both. (which is precisely what would have happened had I interviewed him fact-to-face)
I am greatly hoping the interview is granted, mostly because I want to expand my horizons and because I already have a list of questions I'm dying to get answers for.
So here, by the phone I sit....
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