I don’t really know why I went, but that’s nothing new. I go with my gut and trust my instincts on stuff and I’m rarely steered wrong. At this point, it was just for the experience, the adventure.
Truthfully, it was even smaller than I’d expected. The show is web-based, so it’s not like any of this town’s big names are gonna show up. Sure the exposure is big–being on the web and all–but it depends on the traffic driven to the site. I mean, there are no guarantees.
Besides, they may not want me anyway. I’m in SAG. I mostly did this to see what it’d be like, not to promote books although it’d be a good by-product. Plus, I’m on the cusp of getting published, so this would be an interesting time to invade my life and splash it all over the web. Hey, could be fun.
To start, there was an eight (or more, I didn’t count) page questionnaire to fill out. Then, a little bit of waiting while they got themselves figured out better. (I was only the second one they’d interviewed) Once I got into the final room for the interview, it went well. I don’t know how good my chances are and I also don’t know if I really want to be in the show.
It’s funny. I thought I’d feel something about whether I wanted to do the show or not, but I left feeling middle-of-the-road.
Maybe that’s from my experiences with rejection letters lately. I don’t get my hopes up about things I can’t control. And today’s experience was reassuring proof of that.
I also thought I’d get nervous, but once I was in the building, my nerves never frazzled. I wasn’t relaxed, but I also wasn’t frozen in fear. Very strange.
As I sit here blogging, I’m still trying to make sense of the experience and even theorize whether or not I’ll get on the show, but I’m a complete blank.
Of course in my own little world, the show should be all about me, me, me because I’m wonderful.
But I also happen to live in the real world–which is a whole lot bigger than my own little world–and I understand how this Hollywood stuff works!
I was asked about how I write erotic romance and whether I had any strife in my family. Mainly, I think I was essentially dubbed ‘The chick who’s livin’ the dream’ and filed away.
Whatever. The experience was worth more than the price of admission and that’s what’s most important. And certain aspects of the adventure will definitely show up in the next book I’m writing. Oh hell yeah.
Life is good…very, very good.
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