Radio Interview
Below is my next contribution to the Tawa writing group:
On Radio
I went shopping in Porirua for a replacement radio. My old one had died of natural causes. There were many devices available but only one that looked like a radio to me, so it was the one I bought. It included a CD player and a lot of puzzling buttons that could perform various functions. The device allowed half a dozen radio stations to be pre- selected.
I chose to set only one – National Radio – my default for listening pleasure. I enjoy its interviews, book readings and news.
I used to listen only over breakfast but, after I retired from writing novels two years ago, this listening practice extended later into the mornings.
Recently, following the death of my wife, I leave the radio playing most of the day because it makes the house seem less empty. As I type this, for example, I can hear National Radio playing in the adjoining room of the house.
Not that I dislike music. I always tune by car radio to a music station. I guess music is less distracting, when driving, than the dialogue of much of National Radio programming.
I was interviewed on National Radio on one occasion in relation to my novel “Tortolona”. That followed an article about it in a New Zealand newspaper.
I was given adequate notice of the broadcast appointment but, since the interview would be live, I experienced unpleasant nervousness about it in anticipation.
I’d heard other writer interviews on radio, so I had some idea of the questions that might be asked. In preparation, I jotted down notes for possible answers. That helped but did not put me totally at ease.
On the day of the radio interview, in the morning, I had first to carry out three hours of duty as a volunteer at the Citizen’s Advice Bureau.
Afterwards, I got into the lift (elevator) to head home. The damn thing froze between floors. Shock horror! I thought I would be stuck in it for hours and miss my interview and the rare opportunity to promote my book.
Fortunately, despite this mishap, I got home in good time to receive the land-line phone call from the radio station interviewer. (I did not carry a cellphone back then.)
I wasn’t calm and collected during the interview but, listening to the recording later, I felt I had done reasonably well. I was even ready to face other interviews with better confidence, if the opportunity arose.
On Radio
I went shopping in Porirua for a replacement radio. My old one had died of natural causes. There were many devices available but only one that looked like a radio to me, so it was the one I bought. It included a CD player and a lot of puzzling buttons that could perform various functions. The device allowed half a dozen radio stations to be pre- selected.
I chose to set only one – National Radio – my default for listening pleasure. I enjoy its interviews, book readings and news.
I used to listen only over breakfast but, after I retired from writing novels two years ago, this listening practice extended later into the mornings.
Recently, following the death of my wife, I leave the radio playing most of the day because it makes the house seem less empty. As I type this, for example, I can hear National Radio playing in the adjoining room of the house.
Not that I dislike music. I always tune by car radio to a music station. I guess music is less distracting, when driving, than the dialogue of much of National Radio programming.
I was interviewed on National Radio on one occasion in relation to my novel “Tortolona”. That followed an article about it in a New Zealand newspaper.
I was given adequate notice of the broadcast appointment but, since the interview would be live, I experienced unpleasant nervousness about it in anticipation.
I’d heard other writer interviews on radio, so I had some idea of the questions that might be asked. In preparation, I jotted down notes for possible answers. That helped but did not put me totally at ease.
On the day of the radio interview, in the morning, I had first to carry out three hours of duty as a volunteer at the Citizen’s Advice Bureau.
Afterwards, I got into the lift (elevator) to head home. The damn thing froze between floors. Shock horror! I thought I would be stuck in it for hours and miss my interview and the rare opportunity to promote my book.
Fortunately, despite this mishap, I got home in good time to receive the land-line phone call from the radio station interviewer. (I did not carry a cellphone back then.)
I wasn’t calm and collected during the interview but, listening to the recording later, I felt I had done reasonably well. I was even ready to face other interviews with better confidence, if the opportunity arose.
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