The phone rings at 11:30 AM. It's NPR.
"Do you have a cold?"
"No. I just woke up." (Note: I was up until 4 AM working. And also because I ate a box of Girl Scout Samoas at 11 PM.)
"We want you to do a piece about opera where you sing. For today's show."
"That's in, like, two hours."
"Call me back with something in half an hour."
Within two hours I was in the studio recording this piece, which I couldn't have done without the help of my friend Eve, another former opera singer turned writer, whose first novel comes out April 1st.
Have a listen because I did indeed sing. I should have been nervous singing excerpts from roles I would never be cast in for 12 million listeners, but I was moving too fast to notice.
If you like what I have to say (and sing), please click "recommend" or leave a comment. And e-mail it to your friends from the NPR website. (Otherwise known as "Job Security.")
Speaking of job security, the future of my next novel, THE JAZZ HANDS OF GOD, currently hangs in the balance because of all of the uncertainty in the publishing world. So if you’d like to continue reading the adventures of Edward Zanni and his merry crew of miscreants, now would be the time to send out an e-mail to all of your like-minded friends recommending HOW I PAID FOR COLLEGE and ATTACK OF THE THEATER PEOPLE.
And, while you’re at it, clap your hands and say, “I do believe in fairies…”