I entered the trailer that housed the local radio broadcast network. Inside it was as modern as a NASA rocket launching facility. A bright looking young man greeted me and turned down the hillbilly music so we could talk. I told him I was new to the promotion game. I was seeking an interview so I could talk about my book. He explained the process which involved going through many channels before an interview could be set up. It sounded complicated. There were many gate keepers to seek approval from. I thanked him for his time and left him a copy of Fire Horses. He said he would get back to me. That last statment had a hollow sound to it. I figured it was back to the drawing board. Time to find out who to know and who to avoid. It looked like a political game. I had opened another door in Literature Land and it was dark and foggy inside. As I left the building the hound dog didn’t open his eye this time but he did give me two more thumps on the ground with his tail. I was determined to get media coverage. How to do it was the question. When I drove out of the parking lot the crows were cawing and cackling like they were laughing. I hoped it wasn’t an omen.
