Paula was on the local news and she was pretty. At the time, that's all it really took to impress me. She hosted events I'd attended, but I never even thought about approaching her. When Shelly and I ran for Miss Walcott Day Queen in high school, I had my chance. But blew it because I was at volleyball camp when Paula interviewed the contestants. The only time I had a similar feeling was the day I showed up to my Subway shift and found out that the Joe Diffie had stopped in just hours prior. (In case you don't know, Diffie sang one of the best dumbest songs ever: John Deere Green. You guys? Billy Bob LOVED Charlene!)
A few months before We Hope You Like This Song was released, I asked my publicist if she could get me on the Paula Sands Live show. Truth be told, I asked her to get me on a LOT of shows. This one, however, was clearly the most sentimental, so it hurt a little more than the rest of the, "We'll have to pass at this time" replies I received. (The rumors are true, publicity opportunities for a book written by a first time author are NOT plentiful.)
Cut to seven months later when Gabriella van Rij was gracious enough to have me as a guest on her Voice America radio show. She casually mentioned in our correspondence that I should try to get on the show and gave me the producer's contact info. Hey Bree, ready for more rejection? I thought to myself as I spent way too much time crafting "the perfect" email.
The next day I got a response: We'd love to have you on the show!
These moments as a writer are strange. You are as excited as a little kid who just found out that there are slides made of water!!! (This is before you realize those slides usually consist of a lot of pee.) But you are usually alone when you get this information. So you just sit and make spastic celebratory noises and your dog gives you weird looks.
When I got to the studio on May 30th, I met Paula for the first time. Oh, and there was a severe tornado warning issued. The first words she said to me were, "I hope this thing happens." But I liked her immediately. We were already like co-workers hoping the picnic doesn't get cancelled. (This is the ONE day we can drink beer at work!)
Well, after a lot of "weather breaks" and general chaos, I got to sit across from Paula and talk about my book. And my friend. And I couldn't have felt luckier. Even though the city of Davenport almost blew away.
How's July's resolution going? The month is half over. Go do something childish. Hurry!