Yep, you read that correctly: I’m gonna be on the radio.
I am in Jacksonville today and I’m gonna be recording a radio show with Fred Tromberg this afternoon, to air sometime next week.
I’m not exactly sure when it airs; I’m the guest, not the host. Fred gets to decide that.
But hopefully this will be a lot of fun. Fred has about 30,000 listings over in Jacksonville and coincidentally I need 30,000 book sales, so cross your fingers. Oh, and I’m gonna try to give a shout out to every one of you during my interview!
Individually if possible.
Anyway, as you might’ve guessed, I drove over last night – well, you wouldn’t’ve guessed that part but this next part – it was a whole adventure.
I stayed at a (really crappy) hotel right across from a gun range. I probably would’ve heard less gunshots if I had actually slept at the gun range. And then I was awakened this morning by what I can only assume was a prostitute demanding her cell phone back from her pimp who was staying in the room next to mine. She was pretty articulate for that hour of the morning, almost creating her own version of pig Latin.
Let’s call it F-Latin.
Every word had an f-bomb in front of it, which is really quite an endeavor if you think about it. F you Effing Jermaine! F my effing phone is effing in my effing purse you effing effer! Open the effing door!
About 800 repetitions of that.
With pounding. Did I mention the pounding? Yeah, every word was accentuated by her fist hammering away on the hotel room door.
Bang bang bang.
Almost in time with the gunshots from the shooting range. Kind of a little symphony of expletives and gunplay.
Anyway, I ran for my car as fast as I could and I’m really, really, REALLY looking forward to the radio show, where I hope to do a little on air marketing for our scary anthology, The Box Under The Bed, and my other stuff.
The things I do for marketing.
I will let you know when it’ll air as soon as I find out!