"Write On Radio" gig

If you missed me last night, the archive is up at KFAI's "Write On Radio": http://www.kfai.org/node/35216.

It's really funny to hear the hosts complaining about their shabby digs, IMHO, since the only other radio station I've ever experienced was when I was a guest on the now defunct "Radio Cafe" on AM950 a couple of years ago. The reception area of AM950 was very nice, but the actual broadcasting booth was in the basement and had a very cave-like feel. Maybe they had/have better equipment, but I really like the expansive lay-out of KFAI's studio. Of course, KFAI as been a staunch supporter of my writing for the last decade so I probably imprinted on it on some level, like a baby duckling.

Meanwhile, I'm biting nails waiting to hear the results from Wisconsin. Thanks to a link posted by my friend and fellow writer, Barth Anderson, on Facebook to the AP site, I've been tracking the county returns. LaCrosse County seems to have done me proud, but I can't believe how tight the race has been overall. I realize this is completely partisan of me to say so, but WTF, people? Is evil really that hard to spot?

When I was a member of the National Writers' Union, I did an article for their national newsletter about young people's changing attitudes towards unions. This was in the early 90s, and there were a lot of people my age who equated unions with thugs (even though the terms, historically, are opposites.) They resented the union dues taken out of minimum wage jobs where they never saw a union steward or noticed any benefits. (I had a job like this when I worked at Rainbow Foods as what used to be termed a "stock boy.") Jimmy Hoffa loomed largely in their minds, and, of course, the late 80s/early 90s was when "square" was cool in some circles -- remember the Doonsbury cartoon where the campus cops broke up a rally by shouting "An arrest will look bad on your resume!"? All of us who were twenty-somethings in 90s are now in our thirties and forties... and maybe some of that thinking still prevails.

I just don't get it.

Luckily, I have to go now and pick up Eleanor for our Women of Wyrdsmiths Wednesday (WWW), and I need to harness my laser like focus on writing synopsis/proposals for the next three Ana/Vampire Princess of St. Paul books.