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The nervous laugh. The muddled head. The goofy, tense posture. The dumb face and dumpy body. I wish I was better at doing TV interviews. But for some reason, that’s not to be.

I recently did an interview on a local station that helps locals promote their work, fundraisers, etc. The lady doing the interview is a consummate professional. Many of her guests are great at PR and do fantastically. Then there are jokers like me.

Here’s the interview to show you what I mean. The show is WEHT’s Local Lifestyles and the host is Ange Humphrey.

I will share that the trip to the interview is not a pretty story and contributed to the worst of the interviews I’ve ever done. Let me give you the highlights.

First of all, I really did not mentally prepare like I’d hoped. Even that morning, I knew I was ill prepared. In my defense, I did plan to go a bit early to make sure I could find the place trusting my GPS. I figured if I found it and had lots of time, I could drive somewhere nearby, like a Starbucks and prepare a few thoughts.

My grandkid called and needed a ride to school. This worked into my plan. I would drop her off at school and be about an hour ahead of schedule; find the place and follow above said plan.

I live in Evansville, Indiana, across the border, the Ohio River, from Kentucky. The studio is in Henderson, Kentucky. I cross over into Kentucky and hear Ping! Ping! Ping! I look down to where the hideous sound comes from on my dashboard and a big ugly, orange warning sign is telling me my car is losing power.

My GPS which by the way speaks in a lovely female voice enhanced with a sweet British accent, is telling me in 2 miles I will be turning left. I tell her I hope so. Her prediction comes true. But the dashboard continues to clang and flash its orange message which includes the biggest, fattest, and vilest exclamation point I’ve ever seen.

“In a quarter of a mile you will be turning right,” GPS says.

“Your engine is losing power,” Dashboard screams.

Through the willowy white cloud of steam coming from my engine, I can see a quarter mile ahead – all up hill. Unfortunately, the sign is on the left, not right as GPS  informs.

“You have arrived and your destination is on the RIGHT,” she says.

I forgive her because, like me, she has been negatively affected by the ping, ping ponging, the steam, and the fowl order of boiling antifreeze. I turn LEFT to climb another hill into the guest parking lot. I back into the parking space, just in case I need a tow. (That had to be divinely inspired, because I had lost my wits about 21/4 miles earlier.)

I make it into the reception area, explain why I am here and why soooo early. Now, the receptionist knows about my car troubles. She offers assistance and I suggest I’d like to wait until after the interview.  I ask if it is alright if I wait here for the next HOUR. She politely affirms the plan.

Honestly, I tried preparing for the interview, but the car issues kept crowding any other thoughts out. I try to put the car to the back by butting in to anyone’s and everyone’s conversation that enters into the reception area. It doesn’t work. I think it does make me the weirdo hanging out in the lobby and I believe it is no coincidence that the traffic through the lobby slows down.

I give up on trying to prepare and work on trying to stop focusing on the car, so I watch the two huge screen TVs. I came close once until a man comes in and informs me that my car was smoking when I arrived. Many different thoughts entered my mind to respond to his observation, but I thank him instead with all the sincerity in me.

I say all this to say I was a bit distracted during the interview and to make excuses for my lack of preparation which might explain my Goober-like responses and persona. But in all honesty, the interview was only a trifle worse than any other interviews I’ve done.

So, if anyone out there would like to share some tips, I am open for advice.

I did meet the other guests who all did very well. I guess there has to be one goofball in the bunch. Today, I was it.

Categories: Speaking truth

Douglas Knight

I write about what I'm thinking or what I've imagined in an effort to regain that childhood imagination and marry with my many years of real experiences. I'm getting better at it the more I write.I am a published author of two romantic intrigue novels.My books can be found at or if you want a personalized copy, by emailing me at

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