September 9th, 2005
My dad's best friend, Chuck, was a minister who often preached at a church near our apartment. So on Saturdays Chuck would often come visit us for dinner and then stay overnight, heading over to the church in the morning. And each Saturday evening he'd have this same, growing tension -- because Chuck suffered from writer's block, and he wanted his sermons to be just right. Also, Chuck was an amazing procrastinator -- so often, late into the evening, he'd regale young me with entertaining lectures on religion and politics, alternating with reading my huge collection of Charlie Brown comics (which he loved) ... but I knew that what was really going on was that he was experiencing the Dread of the Impending Sermon. And sure enough, in the morning I'd find him in the living room, nearly sleepless, anxiously scribbling on note cards.
And here I am, on Friday morning -- Fridays are when we tape our show -- sitting at my computer rather than scribbling on note cards (ah, how things have changed!), engaged in the very Chuck-like practice of nervously preparing for my interview with the amazing Adonal Foyle. This interviewing stuff is so new to me -- and what I'm finding particularly challenging is doing justice, in the short space of an on-air conversation, to all the complexities and depth of people's lives. It's impossible, actually, isn't it? Or is that just an excuse for my insufficiencies?
Thank goodness I'll have my series producer, Lori Halloran, to talk to when I get to KQED this morning. She has a way of calming me down (to the extent that that's humanly possible) and breaking down my tasks into manageable-seeming portions. (I wonder if I could get her to help me organize my chaotic desk area here in my apartment? Nah, probably that would be pushing it.)