When the phone rang kind of earlish [9.38 is early in my world], I sort of knew that maybe something was up.
When I walked into the paper to be greeted with ‘You’re a star!’ I definitely knew that the cat was out of the bag.
Which begs the question: Why allow yourself to be filmed for a television show if you’re going to get all antsy about being on television?!?!
If I sell some books, great; if I get my non-fiction horse memoir sorted, even better.
I’m guessing that my pals at the production company are behind this little bit of exposure. Well, you know, there you go.
And I, in turn, disseminate it further.
Well, it is good material…