This morning broke new ground for me. And no, I don't mean through the ice and snow (although some patches on 787, that was kind of close).
I was on the radio. ((Cue Donna Summer tune here!))
I was on WTBN 1370-AM at 8 am. Rich, the host of the program, interviewed me about Hell's Belles, writing, getting published, and comic books. I was nervous at first; would I sound like a goober? Would I do the radio equivalent of having spinach stuck between my teeth?
Well, even though I flubbed a few things (like, duh, forgetting what the initials AAR stand for), I had a lot of fun. And I listened to the interview on the long drive home (Rich, bless him, made a copy on CD for me)...and you know what?
A) I like my radio voice -- I sound kinda New York Sexy. Nothing at all what I look like. (Heh, Rich even said that I don't look like I wrote a book about demons and strippers--I look "meek." I said, "Thanks, I think." I SHOULD have said that the whips clashed with the outfit. But I hadn't had enough coffee to be witty on the spot.)
B) I didn't sound like a goober. I sounded like I knew what I was talking about. Really! I fooled him! I fooled them ALL! BWAHAHAHAHAHA! Er. Cough.
C) Rich invited me back when The Road to Hell hits the shelves. SQUEE!
Separately, I have to thank, praise, and shower affection on Devon Ellington, who wrote in A Biblio Paradise that Hell's Belles was a favorite read over the past few months. "Urban fantasy extraordinaire, with succubus Jezebel on the run from Hell, learning what it means to be human." THANK YOU, DEVON. (Psst. The check is in the mail.)