My first podcast interview, grandly titled ‘Campfire Tales’, crashed and burned. It’s all a bit sad really…or is it?
Here’s what happened. Technology happened, or in my case, didn’t happen. So I rang my mentor, and cried, and he mopped me up, and told me to try again, which I did – my interview with my dog ended up being rather brilliant, although he’d fallen into snore mode on his tummy with his legs in the air by recording number six.
What did I learn?
- That I’m the expert and I need to trust myself
- That starting is half the battle – I may have flunked the interview but by midnight I really had that sucker licked
- There’s always tomorrow
- That Chicago’s All That Jazz gets better with every listening (even though I was only using the first two minutes, by the end I felt like a star)
- A glass of wine or two loosens the vocal chords but plays havoc with the script
My next interview is tomorrow and I’ll be there with my technology, script and dog. It may be no better than my first effort but at least I’ll turn up and give it a go. But perhaps without the wine this time:)
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