OMG-I'm Famous--My Oxytocin Moment

Fifteen minutes after the request for an interview, my pulse settled down to normal. "The Donald" wanted to interview me! Not just any Donald, but Donald Pennington, interviewer extraordinaire for Associated Content. Make sure you check out his web page. Sure Oprah has a much broader audience reach. Sure Jay Leno has the prime nighttime high television viewer slot. But this interview about my writing and novels was sweet, endearing, and gave me one of those Oxytocin moments that friend AC content producer Mags has been teaching us about. Lucky for me, the heat diminished around my neck and my breathing returned to normal because friend Content Producer Paula has taught us the secret for building our endurance, breath deeply!

Two days later, one of those black government helicopters landed in the small cul-de-sac where I live. My husband rushed out and escorted Donald in. Just between me and you, The Donald is a bit eccentric, dresses like an urban cowboy with rhinestones on his black shirt, black jeans, and custom uhm, manure kickers--black leather boots inset with a red dye design. Yum. (My husband isn't watching me write this * blush *). Why he could be as hip as Kat, if he tried.

Anyway, things got off to a rather starchy start when I brought out the teapot, but again my husband saved me. "Get the man a brewski, for Pete's sake." I did so, and after that, we got along much better.

To be certain he got my answers straight, he offered up the standard form on a high-technology slate (man, he's got connections). While I perused what he intended to ask, he relaxed, placing his boots on my coffee table. Apparently he's not as urban as he looks, there were remnants of his visit to his cattle ranch. We didn't mind, my husband is having them bronzed for our mantle.

Then he wiped a bit of foam from his mustache and got down to work, probing gently for basic facts. Here, he reminded me a bit of a cross between my friend Irene and Hemingway. We chatted awhile, me, typing as rapidly as I could on that high technology slate, and he, seeking the human side of writers and what it takes to write articles and novels. It got a little too human at times, I guess he's been partaking of friend C. Jeanne Heida's organic gardening or a whole long tour of friend Thomas McCabe's restaurants. That's okay, a little odor never hurt anyone. I can accept anything from a man who's willing to let me share my hopes, dreams and tears.

At the end, he handed me a huge bouquet of red roses making him a friend for life. Anothery oxytocin moment in the making. This is it ladies, if have to ask for anything in your career, ask for the roses. Never mind if they come from your garden. Then he flew away chasing technology and some UFACCP, are you next?

Just teasing about all this. Donald Pennington remains a mystery to me. The interview was short and succinct. But I remain grateful to Donald for introducing me to Associated Content--read the interview, and for introducing me to some new friends that share common interests with me.

Oh, and by the way, the unanswered question is, I write futuristic, post-apocalyptic science fiction novels, usually featuring young adults from many multicultural backgrounds. No Placers is finished and looking for a home, Hot Flash is in its final edit. My apologies to all my friends if you didn't make it into this article, there's always the next.