You ever talk so much, your face gets tingly? You know, like a nice little facial buzz? Well, I don't know if it's all the talking I did over the last half hour or if it's the three cups of coffee I downed at 6:00 a.m. to wake myself up, but I've got that prickle in my cheeks like I've been making out with someone for the last 20 minutes and I've just come up for air.
Unfortunately, nothing could be further from the truth. But I'm not all that disappointed. Fact is, I just got off the phone, having completed my first official interview for Weird Arizona! The promotion frenzy has begun.
And I'm happy to say that it's off to a good start. Had a nice long chat with Charles Goyette on Phoenix's KFNX, entertaining the capital's morning commuters with tales of ghosts, yoofos and roadside attractions.
I feared I might have lost my interview skills, seeing as it's been quite a while since the release of Weird Texas, but I'd say it went pretty well. We even went into overtime. I had gotten up early to cram — hey, it's tough to memorize a whole book, even if you wrote it — but once Charles got me talking, my adventures in Arizona just started coming back to me.
I did, however, make one mistake. When Black Canyon Greyhound Park (p.240) was mentioned, I gave a shout out to Travis, the writer who contributed the story and a friend of mine in Phoenix. Well, I guess I studied the wrong material when I got up, because his name is Trevor.