Interview with Nathan Bransford


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Nathan Bransford

(Nathan Bransford is the author ofHow to Write a Novel (October 2013), and of the Jacob Wonderbar  series This interview below took place during his previous life as a literary agent with Curtis Brown Ltd.)

If you’re wondering why I’m in my 10” stiletto heels and cocktail dress, it’s because I’m at a big literary party this evening, and I’m psyched! A SUPER STAR literary agent is coming: Nathan Bransford, with Curtis Brown Ltd.
His informative blog has achieved cult status, as Huffington Post’s 50 Best Book People to Follow on Twitter, Writer’s Digest 101 Best Websites for Writers in 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015 and the Best Publishing Industry Blog 2009.

I’m waiting out here by the elevator to catch him when he arrives. It’s the perfect place to practice my “elevator pitch”– to rattle off my story in one extremely long, run-on sentence–in case I happen to find myself in an elevator with, on a barstool beside or standing one urinal over from him.

(pulls out stopwatch, clears throat)

HDYGT: (pretending Nathan’s here) What’s that Mr. Bransford? What’s my book about? Why it’s a Heart-Wrenching-Tale-of-the-lives-and-loves-of-a-19th-century-family-of-brazen-maidens-who-encounter-alien-warlords-torn-between-the-honor-that-a-battle-well-fought-brings-to-their-alien-warlord-kind-and-the-love-of-the-brazen-maids-they’ve-fallen-madly-in-love-with-by-accident. Or-was-it-fate? (checks stopwatch) Only 17 seconds? Hmm, not enough adverbs.

(man enters hallway from main room, nods in greeting)

HDYGT: (distracted smile, looks back to elevator)    Nice party.

Nathan Bransford: (checking his text messages)   Yes. It is.

HDYGT:  (barely looks at him) I’m HDYGT.

Nathan Bransford: Nathan Bransford, nice to meet you.

(HDYGT ignores him as elevator doors open, she excitedly searches people exiting the elevator heading to main hall. Disappointed not to see superstar agent Nathan Bransford is one of the arrivals.)

HDYGT: (looks back to Nathan next to her) Nice to meet you, Jason. Are you a writer?

(2nd elevator doors open, more noisy people exit elevator and pass between Nathan and HDYGT)

Nathan Bransford: I’m a literary agent, but yes, my own first book, JACOB WONDERBAR AND THE COSMIC SPACE KAPOW, will be published by Dial Books for Young Readers in 2011.

HDYGT: (only catches last part) Your first book – congratulations! What’s it about?

Nathan Bransford: Thanks, I’m pretty excited. It’s a middle grade science fiction novel about three kids who trade a corndog for a spaceship, blast off into space, accidentally break the universe, and have to find their way back home.

HDYGT: Wow, great pitch. I’m dying to know how they break the universe…might come in handy someday.

Nathan Bransford: (starts to laugh, sees HDYGT’s not joking)

HDYGT: Have you been writing long?

Nathan Bransford: Not that long, I can really sympathize with what writers go through.

HDYGT: Since you’re just getting started, Jason, I’ll give you a little advice: Start a blog! You’ve got to promote yourself, build a following now ‘cause it can take years.

Nathan Bransford: (smiles) I already have one, but thanks. What about you?

HDYGT: I’m still hunting for an agent. There’s a Super Star agent coming tonight, and I’m determined to meet him. I’ve got my Can-Do Jimmy Choo Shoes on.

Nathan Bransford: (eyes shoes, prays they don’t double as weapons) Who is it? Maybe I know him.

HDYGT: Ha! I hardly think so! He’s BIG TIME. I have it on very good authority that he wears several large, gold medallions around his neck, enormous pinkie rings and a tight fitting shirt open to his naval.

Nathan Bransford: (confused) I don’t know any agents who dress like that, not literary anyway.

HDYGT: (shrugs) He’s from California. Where are you from, by the way?

Nathan Bransford: California, raised in Colusa.

HDYGT: Never heard of Colusa.

Nathan Bransford: It’s a small town, only 5,000 people, a one-screen movie theatre and two stoplights.

HDYGT: Bet you read a lot growing up.

Nathan Bransford: (chuckles) Yes, grabbed armfuls of books when the local book fair came to town. And I learned a thing or two about rice farming.

HDYGT: Rice farming?

Nathan Bransford: Actually that probably helped teach me to concentrate for long stretches, and to stay on top of things, which I really need in my line of work. Though that could have been innate. I know I impressed my parents with my endless ability to play video games as a kid.

HDYGT: Where did you say you worked?

Nathan Bransford: Curtis Brown

HDYGT: (ears perk up) Doing what?

Nathan Bransford: I started as an assistant in 2002 then––

HDYGT: (ears flatten) Oh. An assistant… Curtis Brown is an excellent agency. How did you get a job there?

Nathan Bransford: Well, I graduated from Stanford with an English degree, saw a job posting online, thought it sounded like my dream job, and luckily I landed the position.

HDYGT: What do you like about it?

Nathan Bransford: Working with authors is always fascinating, and enjoyable. On the best days I’m helping them achieve their dreams. It’s a great feeling.

HDYGT: You are one sweet guy, I’d hire you as my assistant in a Colusa instant! Where did you work before Curtis Brown?

Nathan Bransford: (laughs, shakes head) You mean other than the video stores I worked in during high school? I interned for a law firm in college, which in many respects is similar to being an AGENT (points to self) —figuring out strategy, working with contracts, negotiation, etc.

HDYGT: See there? You just might become an AGENT, Jason, (points to Nathan) some day!

Nathan Bransford: (looks away to push elevator button because his mother taught him not to glare at dim-witted people) Right. Crazier things have happened. Working in publishing teaches me endless patience…That and all the non-fiction reading helps with my Trivial Pursuit game. But seriously, it’s a really fulfilling job that has impacted my life in so many ways, not only through the friendships I’ve made but also through the lessons I’ve learned.

HDYGT: Here comes your elevator. It’s been a pleasure meeting you, Jason.

Nathan Bransford: I’ve enjoyed meeting you too, in a creepy, uncomfortable sort of way. You’re the only one who hasn’t rattled off their pitch to me, including the street person in front of the ATM machine. Though his was actually interesting, something about alien warlords and 19th century brazen maidens…

(people pour out of elevator, Nathan steps in, waves goodbye)

Newly Arrived Writer: Oh My God–that’s Nathan Bransford!

HDYGT: (spins 360 degrees) WHERE!

Newly Arrived Writer: In the elevator, weren’t you just talking to him? What did he say? Did he like your pitch?
(elevator doors shut completely)

HDYGT: (falls to knees, a surprisingly long distance in 10” stiletto heels) NAAAAaaaaaaathaaaaaan!!!

Nathan Bransford: (calls through closed doors) Yes?

HDYGT: Thank you for Playing!!!

Janet Goldstein recorded this video of Nathan at the San Miguel Writer’s conference.

Nathan Bransford is the author ofHow to Write a Novel (October 2013), Jacob Wonderbar and the Cosmic Space Kapow (Dial, May 2011), Jacob Wonderbar for President of the Universe (Dial, April 2012) and Jacob Wonderbar and the Interstellar Time Warp(Dial, February 2013). He was formerly a literary agent with Curtis Brown Ltd. and the social media manager at CNET and is now the Director of Community and Social Media at Freelancers Union. He lives in Brooklyn.

(originally posted April 2010)

Award: Kreativ Blogger


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(Memories…) I am all a flutter right now. I have just had a visitor, and not any ordinary visitor. It wasn’t even human!

No, not Robert Pattinson.

The Kreativ Blogger Award came by to say that my blog, How Did You Get There, is its next recipient! Just a warning: my Blog was not at all cool, calm or collected at the good news, but…give a blog a break, she was excited. She wanted to make sure I write a big thank you to the lovely and immensely talented Laura Jane Cassidy, who passed the award along. Laura’s a writer of teenage fiction—the supernatural variety—keep your eyes open for her debut novel, coming out next year.  Thank you Laura!!

So here’s how the conversation went …

Kreativ Blogger:     Hello, I hope I’m at the right address? I’m looking for… (reads crumpled paper) HOW DID YOU GET HERE?

HDYGT: There.

Kreativ Blogger:(spins around) Where?

HDYGT: No, over here! Yoo-hoo! My name is HowDidYouGetTHERE.

Kreativ Blogger: Right. Well, I’ve been sent HERE by Laura Jane Cassidy’s Blog, because you’ve been chosen as my next recipient.

HDYGT: Me? An Award!? Are you sure?

Kreativ Blogger: (blank stare)    Is that your name on this envelop?

HDYGT: Yes! That’s me!

Kreativ Blogger:     Hey, lady, watch it with the hugs. I crease easily.

HDYGT:                      I’m so sorry.

Kreativ Blogger: (shrugs away)    Stop pressing me.

HDYGT:                      I’m just nervous. So what do I do now? Will there be a ceremony? I have so much to do. I need a formal dress, long gloves, a tiara is definitely in order—

Kreativ Blogger:     Ceremony? I usually just sit here on your sofa for a while, then you tell me where to go next…  any writing related blog.

HDYGT:                      Oh.

Kreativ Blogger:     Mind if I stretch out a bit? Long day.

HDYGT:                      Not at all. Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee?

Kreativ Blogger:     Hmm, you have anything stronger? An award gets thirsty going from blog to blog you know.

HDYGT:                      Oh, of course! Where are my manners. Wine, beer…

Kreativ Blogger: That whiskey looks smooth.

HDYGT:                      Oh, yes. I’ll get a glass.

Kreativ Blogger: That’s alright, I don’t need one.

HDYGT: Right…so…is there anything I’m supposed to do? An awards speech or anything?

Kreativ Blogger:   I almost forgot. You’re supposed to list seven things you like, in no particular order.

HDYGT:                     Ooh, this will be fun! Let’s see…

Kreativ Blogger:     Like Whiskey…you like whiskey?

HDYGT:                      Me? No, I prefer something sparkly, like Prosecco or champagne on special occasions. But that’s not one of my seven things.

Kreativ Blogger:     Got it: Whiskey, Prosecco, champagne on special occasions…

HDYGT:                      No– please don’t write those down–I haven’t started yet. What I really like is lying in the sun, and staring at a gorgeous sky that has just the right mixture of blue, sunshine, and clouds. The fluffy kind, like on the opening shot of The Simpson’s.

Kreativ Blogger:      Cartoons…

HDYGT:                      What? No. I don’t want The Simpson’s as one of my seven things. It was just an example of the kind of fluffy clouds I like—

Kreativ Blogger:     So we’ve got Whiskey, Prosecco, Champagne, and Cartoons.


Kreativ Blogger:     Come on, I haven’t got all day.

HDYGT: I adore dogs and children—they make me laugh.

Kreative Blogger:   One more.

HDYGT:                      What do you mean only one more?

Kreativ Blogger:     Whiskey, Prosecco, Champagne, Cartoons, Laughing at kids AND dogs. That’s six in my book.

HDYGT:                      But what about the perfect blue sky with the puffy clouds.

Kreativ Blogger:     You’re right! So that’s Whiskey, Prosecco, Champagne, Cartoons, Laughing at kids, Laughing at dogs, and Staring into Space. Some list. You might want to see a therapist about that.

HDYGT:                      But those weren’t—

Kreativ Blogger:     I gotta go. Can I take this bottle with me? (sound of foot steps leaving, door slams shut)

HDYGT: But—(door creaks open again, hear footsteps running down the gravel path) I wanted to mention my wonderful husband and daughter…(car engine starts) and all my dear, dear friends both near and far— they mean the world to me…(hot pink Mini drives into a lovely orange and purple sunset) …and sunsets…

Oh well, I’d like to pass this Kreativ Blogger Award on to Elizabeth Rose Murray at Green-Fingered Writer. You may remember her from a previous interview. Her mesmerizing poetry and short fiction are published in journals across the UK and Ireland, including 3am, South CircularSouthwordWord RiotDogmatika and Spontaneity.

Elizabeth—you might have to get in the car and pick up your award. Last I saw, it was being held in the Garda station for Driving under the Influence.

© HowDidYouGetThere 2009

Interview with Steve Mirsky


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Steve Mirsky, Scientific American

In honor of SUPER Pi Day 3.14.15: (or American Pi Day, as Europe puts the month after the day.)

Those who know me, know I am very excited about this next interview. Today’s Guest Star received a Knight Science Journalism Fellowship from MIT, is a member of the board of editors of, writes the very popular Anti Gravity column for, and hosts the Science Talk and 60 Second Science podcasts of a certain magazine… HDYGT: Here he comes!! (Steve walks by on busy NYC street) Steve Mirsky from Scientific American!!

Steve Mirsky: (smiles, nods, heads for coffee shop)

HDYGT: (blocks entrance with clipboard) Imagine ME talking to Scientific American’s Steve Mirsky on March 14th, Einstein’s birthday!

Steve Mirsky: And Pi day.

HDYGT: No, thanks. I’m on a diet.

Steve Mirsky: I’m sorry, have we met?

HDYGT: (shakes Steve’s hand vigorously) How Did You Get There.

Steve Mirsky: Steve. I walked. Look, is this a poll or something? I’m sorry, but I just have enough time to grab a coffee. (Steve smiles good-bye, enters coffee shop)

HDYGT: Great idea! (follows Steve inside, chattering) I can’t believe I’m interviewing a REAL Scientific American. Are you as excited as I am?        

Coffee Shop Kid: Coffee?        

Steve Mirsky: Yea, thanks.

HDYGT: In fact, I’m introducing a new category in your honor. Literary, Arts/Music, Fashion, HDYGT Gets Fit, and now–HDYGT Gets Smart.

Steve Mirsky: (suddenly notices that annoying chatter was HDYGT, who’s still behind him) Wait – you mean I agreed to do an interview…? With you?

HDYGT: Just a second ago. I said, “Are you as excited as I am” meaning about the interview, and you said, “Yea, thanks” meaning for inviting me to be interviewed on your amazing blog because it’s the funniest thing ever, in fact I’m hoping to get humorous tips from you for my Anti Gravity column.

Steve Mirsky: Really? hm… (thinks this may be the perfect follow-up piece to ‘Out of This World, One UFO Expert Says That Aliens Don’t Get Around Much Anymore, But What If That’s Just What They Want You To Think?’*) …Sure, why not.

HDYGT: Great! Before we start I take mine black, one sugar.

Steve Mirsky: Oh. (reluctantly hands over own coffee)

HDYGT: You’re not having any?

Steve Mirsky: (smiles politely) I’m trying to cut down.

HDYGT: Wow, what an inspiration – me too! (tosses fresh coffee in trash) So tell us what you do as an editor and columnist at Scientific American.

Steve Mirsky: (KNEW he should’ve brought more cash!) Well, I go to editorial meetings where along with the other editors we decide what to put in the magazine, what articles to commission, which ones to actually publish once they’re written… and I make trouble when I can.

HDYGT: Make trouble meaning in your “allegedly humorous” Anti Gravity column? How long have you been writing that?

Steve Mirsky: Since December 1994, and I became a Scientific American staff writer in late 1997.

HDYGT: This whole Anti Gravity is extremely popular with Scientific American readers. How do you keep your feet on the ground?

Steve Mirsky: Well thanks, I have fun with it. I like to write it like a jenga tower. If you take one piece out it will fall apart, drives my editors crazy!

HDYGT: Do these crazy editors refuse to believe in Gravity, too, or is it just you who’s anti gravity?

Steve Mirsky: Wait – do you mean Gravity as in seriousness or The Law of?

HDYGT: The Law?! What did they tell you? Cause I didn’t do it.

Steve Mirsky: (suspicious) Do what?

HDYGT: (wide-eyed) What? …do you like most about being a science journalist?

Steve Mirsky: (decides to let that one slide) The big thing for me is that I’m always learning something new. It’s like always going to school and having a term paper due, which for a lot of people is the worst possible fate they can imagine, but for some of us it’s actually fun. And in my column I get to perform a little, get to be a little bit of a ham.

HDYGT: Where did you get your inspiration for that?

Steve Mirsky: I watch a lot of TV—

HDYGT: (imagines room full of scientists eating popcorn, watching narrated Earth Science programs from the 70s) Oh?

Steve Mirsky:  I really like comedy. I like sitcoms, I like Mel Brooks, Seinfeld, the Marx Bros. There’s a wonderful writer named Jean Shepherd, who wrote the now classic A Christmas Story, and another terrific humor novelist named Peter De Vries. Also, the great Donald Westlake who wrote The Dortmunder Caper Comedy Crime books, all these people inspired me. I was a wise cracking little bastard always.

HDYGT: I’m sure all the wise cracking little bastards out there are dying to know how they too might become as successful as you. Can you give us an idea of the path you took?

Steve Mirsky: Going backwards it all makes perfect sense, but going forward it looked haphazard as hell.

HDYGT: Either direction will do.

Steve Mirsky: I wanted to be an actor and went to acting school. But after I did some professional theatre, I wanted to be a chemist.

HDYGT: You must’ve had great chemistry with your acting partners. (snort) GET IT?

Steve Mirsky: (blank stare, sound of crickets chirping) Anyway, after acting  school I enrolled in college as a freshman and the chemistry professors were really good. They were funny, loved baseball, so I decided to major in chemistry.

HDYGT: Baseball + comedy = chemistry. I’m Getting Smarter by the minute!

Steve Mirsky: (Thinks Einstein might say it’s relative)

HDYGT: What happened next?

Steve Mirsky: After graduation I attended grad school at Cornell, which was where I happened to see an announcement for a summer Science Journalism Fellowship through the American Association for the Advancement of Science. I’d always liked writing and performing, so when I was awarded the Fellowship they put me in a TV station.  Then, after completing my Masters degree, I left Cornell to work at the TV station, which opened some doors.

HDYGT: And people say TV is bad for you! Then what?

Steve Mirsky: I was inspired by Jean Shepherd, a famous short story writer who also did a lot of radio. On his show, The Brass Figlagee, he had no guests or calls from listeners. He would just talk for 5 hours.  So I got a job in radio in Oneida, NY.

HDYGT: Why did you leave radio?

Steve Mirsky: I was tired of getting up at 3:30 in the morning. I also wanted to live in a more cosmopolitan environment, so I moved to NYC, where I got a lot of print work. I found that I liked working alone for extended periods. I like research, putting it on paper.

HDYGT: And hosting the podcast?

Steve Mirsky: After I’d been writing for Scientific American for almost 10 years on staff and longer as a freelancer, the management decided they wanted a podcast presence.  They looked through the staff and saw that I had radio experience.

HDYGT: And now you’ve interviewed everyone from Nobel Laureates to Alan Alda. Can we listen to them?

Steve Mirsky: Yes. We have over 200 of the weeklies archived on our website, which we started in February 2006, and just under 900 dailies published, started in September 2006.

HDYGT: What an impressive body of work. Any life lessons you’d like to share?

Steve Mirsky: Be ready to wind up doing something you didn’t think you were going to do. There are people you meet, or things that you stumble on which may change your career or even your life trajectory. Take full advantage of everything you have at your disposal. You don’t want to be in a row boat, but a sail boat, so you can track your path to some degree, but still have the wind to blow you somewhere new or unexpected.

HDYGT: One last question, how can such an easy going, good-natured guy who’s as smart as you are, be Anti Gravity?

Steve Mirsky: (confused) Not the law?

HDYGT: The Law?! Yikes, I gotta go. Thanks so much for the interview, Steve, and as always – Thank You For Playing!!! * “Out of This World, One UFO Expert Says Aliens Don’t Get Around Much Anymore, But What If That’s Just What They Want You To Think?”, p. 105, Anti Gravity, (the book) Allegedly Humorous Writing from Scientific American, by Steve Mirsky.  (For a real laugh I highly recommend Anti Gravity the column, and the book)

© HDYGT 2010 (Originally Posted March 15, 2010)

HDYGT Meets the Rich and Famous


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I CAN’T WAIT to tell you about the FAB-U-LOUS party I talked my way into in London. I know my blog normally features Ordinary people in out of the ordinary lives, but when you see with whom I’ve been rubbing shoulders you’ll understand why I couldn’t resist…



That’s what I’m talking about! Woo-Hoo!!

Me and Will Smith!?! Just hanging out.

Do I look happy or what? I think he must’ve just turned away from the camera here, but we were chatting.

Well, I think I did most of the talking but he is every bit as funny in person as he is on camera.

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Who out there can tell me who this hunk is? Like EVERYONE can, right?


Georgio Clunacius—I call him by his Roman name. (sound of HDYGT’s annoyingly high pitched giggle)

HDYGT’s Husband (poking his head over her shoulder as she types): It looks like he wants you to let go of his arm.

HDYGT: He does not! He was just stunned because I planted a big kiss on his cheek. He was speechless. You can see he’s breaking into a smile.

Husband (who will not leave her alone to finish this blog): Where did you say you were again? I just can’t believe you met all these people.

HDYGT: I most certainly did. Pictures don’t lie.

Husband:    Maybe the pictures don’t but…

HDYGT: (sizzling sound, as HDYGT’s glare scorches husband’s brow)

Husband:   They let you hang all over them like that?

HDYGT: I see what this is about. You’re jealous!

Husband:    No I’m not. I’m thrilled for you, but…something just doesn’t seem right.

HDYGT:             We live in London now – stuff like this happens here!!

Husband: Where exactly were you?

HDYGT: Near Oxford Street. I saw this huge green dome on top of a building, with a long line out the door. It was hard to get in, but I did! Had to grease their palms, too. But it was worth it!!

Husband:    So, you were in a club?

HDYGT:             I’m not sure, couldn’t get a drink anywhere! But it was very posh.

Husband:    Wasn’t this the middle of the day?

HDYGT: Yes. Wish I’d known the dress code, I’d have worn my tiara. Everyone was incredibly gracious. No one said a word about it, or even looked sideways.

Husband:    Who else did you see?

In Memory of the great Robin Williams

In memory of the great Robin Williams

HDYGT:             Who DIDN’T I see? Look—who do you think this is?

Husband:    No way! Is that–? And he’s letting you in front of the microphone?

HDYGT: Yea, I did that joke about the big mouth frog, remember that one?

Husband:    No.

HDYGT: Neither did I.

Husband:   (on the verge of belief) Must’ve been some open charity event. Wonder why I didn’t read about it…

HDYGT: (way too thrilled with herself) I love this one—Me and Captain Picard!


Husband:    Looks like he’s nervous, his face is all sweaty.

HDYGT: (snappy) What do you mean?

Husband: (mandatory smile for Snappy-wife mode) Nothing at all, dearest.

HDYGT: Well, this man was extremely happy to have me there, helping him. I never realized how frail Ben Kingsley is.


Husband:    Wait a minute! That’s not Ben Kingsley. That’s Mahatma Ghandi.

HDYGT: Ghandi? Are you sure?

Husband: Of course I’m sure. Ben Kingsley was the actor who played Ghandi.

HDYGT: (even more impressed with herself) I met Ghandi? WOW!!! This is better than I thought!

Husband:    Wha—?! How could you meet Ghandi? He’s been dead for decades.

HDYGT: (snappy repeat) I knew it! You’re jealous!

Husband: (trumps HDYGT’s Snappy play with his I Am The Champion smirk)   Right. So who else did you meet— the Queen?

HDYGT: (hates husband’s I Am The Champion smirk) I’m not sure I want to tell you.

Husband: Good.

HDYGT: But if you must know I did take an appropriately sombre photo with the Queen which I’m thinking of having framed for our living room.Kristi and Queen pic

Husband: May I inquire as to the name of this establishment where all the high and mighty stand around to have their pictures taken with those such as yourself?

HDYGT: I, uh, I can’t recall. Madame something or other, but it was VERY posh.

Husband:  (smile widens)  Madame Tussauds? The Wax Museum?

HDYGT: Dammit!

Husband: (peering over HDYGT’s shoulder as she types furiously) I’m sorry, what was that you said?

HDYGT: (slams keys on computer, types: “I’M NOT TALKING TO YOU”)

Interview with MET Stage Director Knighten Smit


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Mee-may-my– Oh! Hello you darling people! I’m doing vocalises because today’s Guest Star is an Opera Stage Director at none other than New York City’s Metropolitan Opera!! You heard that right, The MET!! He’s assisted and directed over 25 productions in 14 years!  Yeeeeeee-Haaaaaawww (That’s a vocalise I learned in the deep south, clears sinuses and ear canals)

He’s also worked at Juilliard, the Salzburg Festival, Bregenz Festival, Berlin Staatsoper, Covent Garden, MET tour of Japan, Santa Fe Opera, Banff Festival, the LA Opera, the San Diego Opera, Israeli Opera, and soon to be in Montreal working on the MET’s highly anticipated new Ring Cycle, said to be a “wizardly high-tech version” celebrating Wagner’s 200th anniversary.

This is it – my BIG BREAK!! OK, I haven’t sung professionally – or unprofessionally–since I had my daughter twelve years ago, but I’m sure it’s like riding a bike. Only with your mouth. (nervous high pitched laugh)

I shall remain composed, up-right, and speak only with pure, open vowels. (adjusts ball gown) Here he comes!

HDYGT: (deep curtsy to floor) Welcome, Maestro, to my humble blog.

Knighten Smit: (picks gigantic camellia off floor) I believe this fell from your …em… big hair?

HDYGT: (elegant arm gesture) How kind.

Knighten Smit: Your hand’s cold… I hope you’re not nervous?

HDYGT: I’m a real ‘Che gelida manina’, Maestro! My sweaty palms keep my hands nice and cold.

Knighten Smit: (wipes his hand on jeans) “Maestro” is for orchestra conductors and chorus masters. I’m a stage director. So you can call me “Your Highness”.

HDYGT: Of course, what was I thinking, Your High–

Knighten Smit: I’m kidding.


HDYGT: I knew that. (shrill laughter, then sings) Won’t you sit doooooown?

Knighten Smit: (blank expression) Oh. I get it. You’re making fun of opera singers by singing terribly. How clever and unique…

HDYGT: (stops singing) Making fun? No, not at all, I used to sing oper–

Knighten Smit: (smiles towards grand piano)Your pianist isn’t bad, though.

Pianist: (beams thanks, continues playing arpeggios up and down keyboard)

HDYGT: (Diva stance, arm in air) How loooooong have you direeeeeeeeeeeeeec-ted?

Knighten Smit: Good Lord, enough, didn’t that gag go out with the Marx Brothers?

Pianist: (agreeing eye roll, plays “Miserere” from Il Trovatore)

HDYGT: (stage whisper) Just answer the question.

Knighten Smit: I’ve been an opera director for 18 years, working at the MET for 14.

HDYGT: (sweeps to yon balcony, deep diaphragmatic breath) Wh–

Knighten Smit: STOP– I can’t take it!

HDYGT: Me either! (shouts) Where the hell’s my follow spot?

Knighten Smit:  (throws hands up, heads towards exit)

HDYGT: No, no–please don’t go!

Pianist: (snickers, plays “Addio del passato” from La Traviata)

HDYGT: (crosses to pianist, slams down lid) Laugh, clown, laugh!

Pianist: (exits stage left with director’s phone number, peels of laughter from wings)

HDYGT: And I was about to have my big moment.

Knighten Smit: Look, it used to be about the music, but now it’s rare that an “opera moment” makes me pause.

HDYGT: You mean I made you pause?

Knighten Smit: Like a heart attack.

HDYGT: (glowing) So tell me what drew you to directing?

Knighten Smit: (sits back down) I like the collaborative essence of the art form. That’s what took me away from the solidarity of practicing scales at the piano – the combination of Music/Theater/Art/Drama/Voice. I like that the work is sporadic: busy rehearsals, more relaxed during performances, weeks off between productions.

HDYGT: Is it exciting to travel all over the world?

Knighten Smit: The travel is nice, though I’ve made something of a lifestyle choice not to bop around too much. New York is my home, and in my profession working in your hometown is an intoxicating luxury. A nice trip or two a year is enough.

HDYGT: Do you have any favourite performances, other than mine just now?

Knighten Smit: You mean “those opera moments” that are fantastic and cannot be compared to anything except…well, you know?

HDYGT: Except what?

Knighten Smit: I’d say it but I don’t want you to get any of those “for a hot time…” bots trolling your site.

HDYGT: (lifts eyebrow) Are you implying people don’t have a hot time on HowDidYouGetThere?

Knighten Smit: OK, it starts with an “s” and ends with an “x”.


Knighten Smit: (winks) Right. Let’s see… great opera moments in my career? Well, in no particular order:

1) Hei-Kyung Hong‘s Liu from TURANDOT — beauty of voice, dignity of character, understanding of leveled emotion — Wow.
2) Karita Mattila final scene from JENUFA. An opera about compromised, adult love — with a bitter-sweet ending.
3) Watching Jimmy Levine and Placido Domingo work through the Flower Song from CARMEN in a rehearsal room (five feet away from me) when only, say, four years earlier I was standing in line at the Vienna Staatsopera for hours to hear Domingo in standing room. Of course, fast forward less than a year later and I’m eating a cheese burger in the booth while Domingo’s singing away. Since then I’ve worked with all of the “Three Tenors” but that’s a story, or series of stories for another time.
4) Sharon Sweet singing Turandot in a room. She never made it to the stage, herniated disc. She wanted to sing sitting on a stool. Volpe said no. But in the room, absolutely glorious — full, round, rich sound, never screaming as can happen in that role.

Knighten Smit (con’t): SAX is SAX, opera is opera and never the twain should meet. I have had more great SAX than great opera moments — Thank Bacchas!
When the reverse is true you get opera queens. I’ve broken up with exes whom I’ve realized didn’t understand the difference.

HDYGT: An opera director who plays saxophone– How cool are you?!

Knighten Smit: (confused) I play piano.

HDYGT: Right, sax AND piano.

Knighten Smit: (Stunned that HDYGT can’t remember her own code words) No. I’ve never played the sax. I got my Bachelors’ degree in Piano Performance, followed by a Master’s in Musicology.

HDYGT: So your training in musicology, piano performance and great sax paved the way musically. How did your innate qualities add to your success?

Knighten Smit: Well, I have never had qualms speaking/directing in front of crowds, probably due to speech and forensics in high school. I’m pretty personable… humour helps.

HDYGT:  Did you hear the one about the–

Knighten Smit: –and I’m quite organized on the job. I’ve the skill set of a type A personality, but am a definite type B.

HDYGT: Gets along well with Divas – check! Any interesting jobs prior to stage directing?

Knighten Smit: I waited on tables for a good decade, through college, grad school, and bartended while figuring out how to get on the career ladder.

HDYGT: You’re a shrink, too? Bet that comes in handy with the Tenors.

Knighten Smit: Moved to New York and worked, non-paid, at the amazing Amato Opera while I…. waited tables. Got a gig at Juilliard, as an Assistant Administrator at Vocal Arts—glorified secretary—so I could Assistant Direct with Frank Corsaro and others. I left Juilliard to work at Santa Fe for the summer, but returned to no job, so I … waited tables again.

HDYGT: I guess cash flow and experience don’t always go hand in hand.

Knighten Smit: No, but it was a good year, met folk that are still the closest to me. Got the MET contract–too soon–but I proved myself.

HDYGT: Too soon? I thought Younger was always Better in the arts!

Knighten Smit: Only in the minds of TV producers and internet hackers. The rest of the world demands experience.

HDYGT: I see.

Knighten Smit: So I had a short-ish MET contract the 1st time, the most humbling thing having to return to waiting tables after my first year. It took all my self-restraint—which I famously lack—not to throw hot pea soup on laps or stretched faces of upper East side women. It’s now been a healthy 13 years since waiting tables, so far so good, but NEVER to be taken for granted.

HDYGT: How did you get your first shot?

Knighten Smit: Luck. I worked with a director at Santa Fe Opera Festival and at the end of the summer I had a please-give-me-advice-lunch with him. He, at the time, worked often at the MET and advised me to apply, said he’d give a good word.

HDYGT: You must’ve been over the moon!

Knighten Smit: Actually I was thinking, “What? Too soon, I was looking for this in five years!” but my colleague suggested “Just meet with the Executive Stage Director. What harm would it do?” so I thought “I’ll scrap together a resume and FABRICATE!!”

HDYGT: Lying is highly under rated.

Knighten Smit: (winces) I don’t recommend it. Several years later I needed a C.V., found my file, saw my first resume for the MET and literally said: “Wow, I would never have hired me!” My boss heard me and said, “I hired you in a safety position. If you failed, no harm done, I had enough back up. If you passed muster I’d consider hiring you again.”  In short, no ego = no ego.

HDYGT:Any otherprevious employment you’d like to share?

Knighten Smit: I taught business English after studying at the Vienna Hochschule — where I learned German, got the opera bug (DAMMIT!!) and drank. Favourite teaching day: my students brought food and booze, and I brought a video of MOONSTRUCK. Picture a Dutch Calvinist–my father was a missionary–with a bunch of Austrian Business Folk explaining Brooklyn Italian Catholics.

HDYGT: (head still spinning) And lastly, any life lessons you’d like to leave us with, preferably ones that don’t involve dying romantically of tuberculosis?

Knighten Smit: If I wanted to get all Oprah on you, I’d talk about the definition of luck. Opportunity + preparation = Luck. Right? Well, I wasn’t so prepared. I’m just damn good on my feet — an innate talent I use to this day, not to mention still good at SAX.

HDYGT: But I thought you said–

Knighten Smit: Gotta go!

HDYGT: (Hops to feet, Diva stance) Thank You, Knighten for Plaaaaaaaaaaaying!! (falls dramatically to floor after high note, dead)

© HDYGT 2010

And now, for your listening and viewing pleasure…a few opera moments!

Anna Netrebko and Rolando Villazon (Oo-la-la) “Sempre libera” La Traviata by Verdi, Salzburg 2005

The GOD-like Placido Domingo and Monserrat Caballe  “O soave fanciulla” La Bohème by Puccini

Maria Callas, “Una voce poco fa” Il Barbiere di Siviglia by Rossini, 1958 Paris

For you Wagner fans: Hildegard Behrens as Brünnhilde and Jessye Norman as Sieglinde in Walküre by Wagner

And HDYGT’s favourite transcendant moment…pull out the kleenexs for Strauss’s Der Rosenkavalier performed at the James Levine Anniversary Celebration  by Renee Fleming, Anne Sophie von Otter and Heidi Grant Murphy  

To end on a comic note — here’s a how a baritone enters the room…at least in Rossini’s Cenerentola!

Interview with Richard Jay Parker


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To prove last week’s fiasco at the New York MET Opera can’t STOP ME, I’m thrilled to have a seasoned TV writer/producer with the BBC and ITV, turned novelist, as today’s Guest Star– a COMEDY writer, no less!! He’s written for shows such as the highly popular political satire Spitting Image, Smith and JonesHale and Pace, Jo Brand, et al.  He’s also won a Best Author Microblog award, 2nd only to Neil Gaiman himself!

This must be his house. I brought my best jokes – they’re gonna kill him!

HDYGT:  (rings bell, giggling already) Richard Jay Parker? Nice to meet you, I’m HDYGT.

Richard Jay Parker: (shakes HDYGT’s hand) OUCH! What the–!?

HDYGT: (bent over laughing) The old palmed buzzer trick! Works every time – a comedy classic, right? Am I right?

Richard Jay Parker: (considers slamming door, but HDYGT’s just walking in… now seriously considers slamming door)

HDYGT: Just wanted to get off on the LEFT foot! (snort) Great stuff, I’m slaying you – right?

Richard Jay Parker: (blank stare) Only if you let me return the favour.

HDYGT: Good times, tossing jokes around like this. But seriously, I don’t want to steal your thunder. Please tell the readers how you became a writer?

Richard Jay Parker: OK… (looks askance at HDYGT)  I started in TV by submitting comedy sketches on spec to BBC and anyone who would read them.  I’d soon built up an impressively chubby folder of rejections.

HDYGT: Ooooh – that had to hurt!

Richard Jay Parker: (eyes narrow) Finally I had something used by BBC when I was eighteen.

HDYGT: You were paid for your work by the age of 18? Wow.

Richard Jay Parker: This led to small commissions, larger ones and inevitable gate crashing of studio recordings. I was offered a job as a script associate at LWT, writing for shows as well as picking out promising ideas from the massive non-commissioned pile.  This led to becoming script editor on a number of series for ITV, BBC etc.

HDYGT: How exciting! What did you like most about it?

Richard Jay Parker:  (shrugs) The legendary lunches.  Sometimes I never knew what filling I’d have in my sandwich.  For instance, one week it was pastrami slices coated with cheese.  Have you ever heard of that before?

HDYGT: Never! So what do you think made you particularly suited to writing for television?

Richard Jay Parker: My adventurous approach to cured meat and cheese combinations. I’ve always enjoyed both, although mature cheddar is too glassy for me.

HDYGT: (note to self) Locate deli counter…no glassy cheddar…

Richard Jay Parker: I enjoyed script editing but didn’t enjoy being a TV producer. The actual writing process was always my favourite part of the deal.

HDYGT: Really?

Richard Jay Parker: When I was asked to become a producer there was less time to spend scribbling and going down the pub to blow hospitality budgets with the other writers.  Wiping the noses of ‘personalities’ didn’t really pop my corn either.

HDYGT: (scribbles) …buy Kleenex…popcorn…

Richard Jay Parker: I didn’t learn, though, and did it a number of times – reminding myself why I was loathe to do it as I reached the end of each run.

HDYGT: And your first novel—what’s it called?

Richard Jay Parker: STOP ME STOP ME cover

HDYGT: Well you are going on and on, but…

Richard Jay Parker: No… (breath intake) That’s the title. STOP ME.

HDYGT: Oh – ha! I get it – that sounds hilarious! What’s it about?

Richard Jay Parker: A global murderer called The Vacation Killer. He sends a spam email to a multitude of recipients describing a girl, tells them to forward it to 10 friends. If the e-mail ends up back in his inbox he won’t slit her throat.

HDYGT: (drops smile) So… it’s not a comedy.

Richard Jay Parker: (dead stare) Not in any sense of the word.

HDYGT: Right. Soooo, how does a comedy writer turn thriller?

Richard Jay Parker: A writer has all kinds of characters running loose in their head – good and bad. For instance, my readers have said they like my main character, Leo, whose wife has gone missing, and they’re repulsed by Bookwalter, the pseudo serial killer. Leo reacts to events in the way that I would and Bookwalter…well, he only comes out to play when I’m sitting at a keyboard.

HDYGT: I see. Where are you going?

Richard Jay Parker: (creepy smile) To my keyboard…to sit at it. You mind if I turn it on during your last questions?

HDYGT: (feels internet connectivity is a reason for living) Not at all – be my guest!

Richard Jay Parker: (boots up computer)

HDYGT: Did your TV career help with writing thrillers?

Richard Jay Parker: Nothing you write is a waste of time so I guess I wouldn’t have written STOP ME if I hadn’t written everything before.

HDYGT: (refers to stock questions) If so, how? If not, how did you end up where you are?

Richard Jay Parker: (pulls up e-mail) Honestly, it’s like you’re reading these questions off a list and not listening to my replies.

HDYGT: Well duh, I am. You can’t expect me to think of entirely new questions for like everyone? Geez!

Richard Jay Parker: (eyes glinting) Now what was your husband’s e-mail address?

HDYGT: (writes it on paper) Here you go. Why?

To: Richard Jay Parker


Dear Richard,

Did you ever hear back from my husband? It’s been days, and this gag is giving me awful cotton mouth. Not that I’m complaining…it’s a fun game…really…

Thank you for playing!!


Richard Jay Parker has also written SCARE ME, and STALK ME;  STOP ME already has TV interest!

© HDYGT 2010

Interview with Benjamin Kanarek


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HAPPY NEW YEAR, everyone and welcome to the next exciting episode in our new Fashion category with the incredible…

(annoying whirly-whizzing racket)

.Oh no– Still not feeling so hot after last night’s festivities? Poor dears– I can tell by your pasty, lifeless expression and the way your hair’s sticking up.

What better way to lose that nasty New Year’s Day “virus” than to plop your slightly green, sweat-suited self in front of your computer and read about someone who shoots super models? Wipe off that grin—he shoots them with cameras.

Please give a warm HDYGT welcome to the Canadian born, Paris based, Haute Couture Fashion Photographer and Fashion Blogger Extraordinaire…

(blast from slightly crunched, plastic party horn)


(Head still hurts? Sorry – I’ll keep it down.)

His work has featured in: L’Officiel Paris, Vogue Italy, Vogue Paris, Vogue Brasil, Vogue South America, Elle, Cosmopolitan, Glamour (France), Harper’s Bazaar, and many more.

Oh – and stop combing your hair, Ben likes it puffy. See mine? My husband says I look like a red-headed Amy Winehouse, but what does he know?

HDYGT:  Welcome, Benjamin Kanarek— where would you like me to stand?

Benjamin Kanarek:            Stand?

HDYGT:  For my shoot.

Benjamin Kanarek:            Your shoot? I thought you were interviewing me?

HDYGT: Oh, THAT, of course! Please tell us what you do for a living?

Benjamin Kanarek:            I do a few things— I capture images for Fashion Magazines.  I conceptualize.  I have done some consulting Creative Direction for DIM, Club Med and Lancome for Publicis Ad Agency in Paris.  I also compose music and have a catalogue of over 50 Pop/Rock tunes.

HDYGT: (applying blood red lipstick) Fantastic!! Brilliant interview, thanks so much. Now, should I lean against the wall, or lay alluringly across this chaise lounge?

Benjamin Kanarek: (wincing at pose) I don’t remember agreeing to a photo session and that is NOT a casting couch!

HDYGT: (shifty-eyed) You don’t? That’s odd. How long have you been in this field?

Benjamin Kanarek: I’ve been in the creative soup all my life.

HDYGT: Well that explains it– you creative types never read the fine print.

Benjamin Kanarek: It was a phone conversation.

HDYGT: Oh. Right. OK, let’s see. (strikes pose on chaise while opening notebook) What do you like most about your work?

Benjamin Kanarek: (sits at far side of studio, drums fingers on glass table) The creative process and the final outcome. To be more specific, I find the process of coming up with specific themes for my projects as exciting as actually doing them. One of the great challenges is actually making those images look as exciting as what I imagined.  If I could just project that image residing in my head on to a screen, perhaps I would be satisfied. But until that time comes, I will have to accept the limitations of the tools available.

HDYGT: (leans forward for pouty-lipped pose) Wha chawactewistics—

Benjamin Kanarek: What’s that?

HDYGT: I said, What characteristics do you think have helped you stay on top?

Benjamin Kanarek: Whoever said I like being on top? I’m not that conventional…uh…Oh…Sorry. I get your meaning. I guess, being able to think on my feet. Improvisation. Breaking down the walls of predictability. Not being afraid of taking on the status quo, and that status quo might also be your self. Being honest with your self is one of the great challenges of being an artist.

HDYGT: Improvisation? Challenges? Now you’re talking my language! (dramatic hair toss, hair clip flies across room, hits half full glass of red wine, wine glass crashes onto white rug) Sorry.

Benjamin Kanarek: (glares out window– unfortunately not long enough to miss HDYGT’s Cat-crawling pose) Did you loose something? WTF are you doing?  Geeeezzzzz- get back in to your chair!

HDYGT: Commanding presence! Did these skills develop through experience?

Benjamin Kanarek: They have always been innate. Say– you do have a certain je ne sais quoi… (he snickers)

HDYGT: I do?

Benjamin Kanarek: Yes… In fact, I’d LOVE to shoot you. Here’s my daily rate. (scribbles number on paper, shows HDYGT)

HDYGT: (falls off chaise) I’m sorry, Ben, but I’m here for an interview!  Now – where did you work before your current position?

Benjamin Kanarek: I haven’t worked for anyone else for a very long time.  Whether composing songs, images, designs or what ever works for me, I have always been a free agent.  The last time I actually worked for someone was again as a free agent consulting Creative Director.  If you mean a 9 to 5 job, I guess it would be when I worked for Webb, Zerafa, Menkes and Housden Architects, in Toronto. That was quite a while ago, to say the least…

HDYGT: You compose songs, as well, on top of everything else?

Benjamin Kanarek:            Yes, I was a drummer in a couple of punk rock groups in Toronto. The Poles had a semi successful hit called “CN Tower” and the Existers with singer George Higton with the hit song “Telex Love”. I still compose pop-rock music for several artists in France.

HDYGT: Really? I sing a little myself… (sings Barry Manilow tune in operatic voice)

Benjamin Kanarek: Inspiring… (imagines Chucky’s in Love Photo, eyes glaze over momentarily, shakes head and comes out of trance.)

HDYGT: (can’t wait to tell husband Benjamin Kanarek called her ‘Inspiring’) So you went from music to photography?

Benjamin Kanarek: First I studied architecture in college, then worked as an architect for a few years, when I literally fell into photography. A serious accident– I fell from a mezzanine 5 meters high–but landed on the toe of a photographer.

HDYGT: That had to hurt– the poor photographer!

Benjamin Kanarek: I fell into a lot of things – my second shoot ever was an advertising campaign in Toronto. I was the first Canadian photographer to shoot Kim Alexis for the cover of Chatelaine.  She was literally on the cover of VOGUE every two months. She was a mega star at the time with the likes of Brook Shields, Janice Dickenson etc…

HDYGT:             You fell on Kim Alexis, too?

Benjamin Kanarek: Uh…no, nice thought, though.

HDYGT: Most models are too boney to break your fall, anyway. If you’re gonna keep falling on people I’d suggest a Sumo Wrestler—

Benjamin Kanarek:  I’ll keep that in mind…Might be the next BIG Thing.

HDYGT: You’ve fallen into an extremely successful blog, too.

Benjamin Kanarek: Yes, it’s attracting attention from newspapers.

HDYGT:  I can see why. Your stunning photography, amazing inside information on everything from your own expert lighting and camera tips to what’s happening in the big fashion houses, by Frédérique Renaut, your Fashion and Beauty Editor.

Benjamin Kanarek: Frédérique and I have wanted to develop a Blog for a while. She’s a fast learner, and jumped in head first.

(Readers: stay tuned for Frédérique Renaut’s exciting interview– a unique perspective of the Fashion world!!)

HDYGT:  Would you share with us some of your most memorable moments from your thrilling career (s)?

Benjamin Kanarek: Playing drums before a huge audience was a very memorable experience. Getting my first major Fashion Magazine Cover, with Kim Alexis.  Being asked to be the Consulting Creative Director for Lancôme, and doing this interview, of course!

HDYGT: Well thank you!And lastly, any life lessons you’d like to share? Other than finding soft people to fall on—that one’s on me.

Benjamin Kanarek: Every experience has added to my vocabulary.  It enriches my life and gives me a greater sense of understanding.  It also allows me to be more discerning. The greater your vocabulary, the richer your life.

HDYGT:  Thank you so much, Benjamin Kanarek, for enriching our lives with yours!! And as always – Thank You for Playing!!

(Originally posted Jan. 1, 2010)

Interview with Tom Reed


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My next Guest Star goes by many titles, not all of which he’s willing to repeat in public.

I found him to be a humble and wise man whose area of expertise is very near and dear to my heart— in fact I’d say it’s my Holy Grail—my Golden Calf.  Literally.

I’m proud to report that in the presence of all that wealth, I was able to maintain the utmost professionalism. I searched deep into my soul and saw profound truths. Truths like, “Man I wish I were rich!”

I could tell my reverential attitude made an impression on my Guest Star, too…

HDYGT:  Welcome to How Did You Get There, Mr. Reed, please tell us what you do for a living?

Tom Reed:      Well, I guess the broad term would be Sales… I am a Financial Advisor, Stockbroker, Customers man…those are a few of my epitaphs.  But I also answer to names not repeatable in polite company. (smiles)

HDYG:  Really? That sounds exciting, what other names?

Tom Reed:      That was a joke…remember when working with someone’s money, oftentimes you are working with the nearest and dearest thing to their hearts.

HDYG:              It’s amazing to hear you say that, because money has always been the dearest thing to my heart! Wow, it’s as if you can read into my soul. Are you trained in mysterious Asian arts?

Tom Reed:      No. (questioning look over HDYGT’s shoulder to secretary sitting outside his office; secretary blanches)

HDYG:  How long have you been an esteemed leader in this holy profession?

Tom Reed:      (raises eyebrows, his secretary winces apology) Are you kidding?

HDYG:              I never make light of something as serious as money! It would be a sacrilege.

Tom Reed:      OK. Well, I’ve been in finance for 42, sometimes long, years.

HDYG:  Just as I thought, you’re like a sensei master! What drew you to this?

Tom Reed:      (removes glasses, rubs eyes) My involvement with people. I love people—even if they are a bit odd. (eyeing HDYGT)

HDYG:  And I understand everyone really admires you, too.

Tom Reed:      Let me put it this way: I even love them when the markets are sinking along with their money, at which occasion my love is not always reciprocated. (chuckles)

HDYG:  I see. Your job on earth is to not always endow others with riches, but on rare occasions to teach us how to appreciate things other than money. (HDYGT bows head respectfully)

Tom Reed:      (wonders what kind of incense HDYGT’s been smoking)

HDYG:  What special qualities have prepared you for this life of enriching others?

Tom Reed:      My epidermis, while having a strong resemblance to normal skin, is actually a suit of case hardened metal…very similar to what knights wore in medieval Europe. This is helpful when financial markets are sinking.

HDYG:  I knew it! You transform into a warrior to fight for your flock. Lo, I have heard tell of this.

Tom Reed:      (looks pleadingly for his secretary to remove this nut job, but she’s snuck off)

HDYG:              What innate qualities, or skills have you cultivated which help in your success?

Tom Reed:      Finally—a real question. Initially, I was drawn into financial asset management because I was a risk taker. What better casino than the New York Stock Exchange? The only drawback, they didn’t serve drinks. (smiles)

HDYG:  (nods with utmost solemnity)

Tom Reed:      (rolls eyes) After a scary initiation, I became adept at analysing people. Prior to offering advice, I wanted to understand them…their marital status, age, present and future financial needs, earnings potential, emotional ability to accept risk, and many other pertinent pieces of information. Combine that challenge with my enjoyment of people, and I was a happy boy.

HDYG:  I see. Your early youth was like that of every great warrior, filled with fiery challenges designed to test you, after which you came out victorious!

Tom Reed:      What ever you say. (shakes head, makes note to dock secretary’s salary for scheduling interview)

HDYG:  What did you do immediately before this?

Tom Reed:      I started as a trainee, followed by a two year stint as a research analyst, and have been Senior Vice President of Investments for 15 years.

HDYG:              And before that?

Tom Reed:      I was an international banker in a Latin American republic…

HDYG:              ¡Ay, caramba!

Tom Reed:      You do realize that means: ‘Oh Crap’?

HDYG: Oh? (Amazed and inspired) I thought it meant, “Please hire me for my sheer enthusiasm and keen language skills.”

Tom Reed: (blank face)

HDYGT: Before that?

Tom Reed:  Before that I received my Masters Degree in International Relations…

HDYG:  (can’t believe the similarities) I have international relatives!! My brother has a chiguagua!!

Tom Reed: (speaks even more quickly, trying to finish this interview) …prior to which I was a U.S. Navy Intelligence Officer and Aerial Navigator…and before that I was a (totally) irresponsible college boy dedicated to the pursuit of girls and beer.

HDYG:              Wow! Such a rich path you have chosen, filled with curves and bends, to lead you where you are today.

Tom Reed:      (scratches head) Which path do you mean? The one I followed as an irresponsible college boy? No, I don’t know exactly what led me where I am today…part serendipity and part…serendipity.

HDYG:  What life lessons do you wish to impart?

Tom Reed:      I think most of us don’t “plan” our vocation. If we’re interested in biology, we might wind up in medicine or research, and if we’re mechanically inclined, we’ll probably become engineers, architects, contractors, etc. But precisely where we’ll end up?? Who knows?

HDYG:    That’s it? (deflated)

Tom Reed:      Oh, All right!! (sweeping gesture) I have drifted along on life’s tides. Somehow, I washed up where I am today.   (signals his secretary, who’s back from cigarette break, that the interview is over)

(Secretary runs in to escort HDYGT out of his office.)

HDYG:  (bowing forehead onto floor) Thank you, Tom Reed, for sharing your story…..And as always, Thank You so much for Playing!!

Originally published November 9, 2009

Interview with Martina Devlin


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(UPDATE!!  Martina Devlin’s latest novel The House Where It Happened will be published in September 2014. Sounds very exciting – about REAL witchcraft – who doesn’t like that??

The House Where It Happened is inspired by a true but little-known story about the last conviction for witchcraft in Ireland. In 1711, in a remote corner of Antrim, eight women from the Ulster-Scots community were accused of being witches by a pretty young newcomer. A group trial followed, causing a sensation. What happened was Ireland’s version of the notorious Salem Witch Trials. Martina Devlin has fictionalised a compelling episode from history, transforming it into a spine-chilling tale. Her novel will be published by Ward River Press, a new Poolbeg imprint.)

HDYGT: (taps microphone) Testing, testing…is this on?

Martina Devlin: A loud speaker? Don’t you think we’ll disturb the other people in the park…

HDYGT: (puts hand over microphone) Shhhh – I’m starting your introduction.

Martina Devlin: (smiles apologetically at annoyed picnickers) You never told me this was going to be live–

HDYGT: (blaring announcer voice) Don’t let her elegant form and soft spoken manner fool you, folks! For courageous, tell-it-like-it-is writing, my next Guest Star is your woman.  She’s an award winning journalist, and weekly columnist for the Irish Independent and the Sunday World Magazine, who started writing fiction when she won the prestigous Hennessy Literary Award for her very first short story.

Martina Devlin: (hands over ears at microphone squeel) 

HDYGT: She has been shortlisted twice for the Irish Book Awards, her novel Venus Reborn was nominated for the Sunday Independent-Hughes & Hughes Irish Novel of the Year award, and her most recent book, Banksters—co-written with her partner, David Murphy, RTE’s business editor—was a 2009 No. 1 bestseller.

Martina Devlin: (quietly unplugs loudspeaker)

HDYGT: (thumps mic) Hey, what happened? This thing isn’t working.

Martina Devlin: Oh?

HDYGT: Darn, and this tape was going to launch my big career as a news announcer.

Martina Devlin: (Bites lip) Really?

HDYGT: Just pretend the mic’s on. (shoves dead mic in Martina’s face) Welcome to How did You Get There, Martina. Please describe in your own words what you do for a living.

Martina Devlin: Oh…er…I’m a storyteller. I write stories for a living. This involves different types of writing, ranging from books to newspaper columns, but fundamentally I string sentences together. Along with my weekly newspaper columns, I’ve written seven books, a combination of fiction and non-fiction.

HDYGT: Do you have a favourite?

Martina Devlin: My favourite is Ship of Dreams, about the Titanic. It was inspired by a family story: my grandmother’s uncle eloped on the Titanic and went down with the ship.

HDYGT: You hear that, folks? A real-life romantic tragedy; an insider’s story on what REALLY happened on the Titanic!

Martina Devlin: Actually – it’s fiction, based on a real person. I wanted to reclaim him for the family, so I put him in a novel.

HDYGT: The Titanic was fiction? Dagnabbit – Just like the moon landing!

Martina Devlin: No, the Titanic was real—just like the moon landing—and so was my Great-Great uncle. But writing fiction gives you great freedom to reshape material.

HDYGT: (suspiciously) Reshape material?

Martina Devlin: You mean you don’t know the difference between historical novels and non-fiction?

HDYGT: (assumes thinking position) Oooh! Haha! Now I get it, why didn’t you say so?

Martina Devlin: I DID say so!

HDYGT: (puts hand over dead mic) Please keep your voice down – people are starting to stare.

Martina Devlin: I don’t think they’re staring at me.

HDYGT: (fluffs hair) That’s very flattering, Martina, but you are the award winning writer here. So how long have you been writing?

Martina Devlin: I’ve been a published author for nine years and a journalist for more than 20. I’m currently working on another historical novel about witchcraft.

HDYGT: Witchcraft is REAL?

Martina Devlin: No… A novel by definition is Fiction.

HDYGT: Wait just a minute – that’s not what you said about the Titanic!

Martina Devlin: You seem to have a hard time distinguishing between reality and fiction.

HDYGT: (baffled by last statement, but moves on) What do you like most about your writing?

Martina Devlin: That I can work from home, that I can choose when to work, that I don’t have to interact with other people if I choose not to – I can sit at my laptop and tap away. These are also the characteristics I dislike most about my work.

HDYGT: What do you feel makes you particularly suited to being a writer?

Martina Devlin: I have lots of strong opinions so being a newspaper columnist is a gift for me. As regards to writing books, I love language, which is probably a bit of a disadvantage.

HDYGT: You heard it, folks! Loving language is a disadvantage for writers!

Martina Devlin: No, not really, I just meant—

HDYGT: And I’m the one who has a hard time distinguishing between real and not really??

Martina Devlin: (doesn’t even try to respond to this)

HDYGT: Is this love of language—real or fictitious—something you developed on the job or is it—really or fictitiously—innate?

Martina Devlin: Both. You can learn how to improve your writing skills but you can’t fake it if you have none at all.

HDYGT: (crest fallen) Really?

Martina Devlin: Afraid so…

HDYGT: Where did you work immediately before the Irish Independent?

Martina Devlin: Since college I’ve always earned a living from some kind of writing. I think through my fingertips. Weird but true.

HDYGT: Leading directly to being a columnist?

Martina Devlin: You don’t have to be a journalist to become a newspaper columnist but it helps.

HDYGT: Any other interesting jobs stand out in your past?

Martina Devlin: I sold ice cream as a schoolgirl – my all-time favourite job because people smiled at me all the time.  And I could eat as much ice cream as I liked when the supervisor was looking the other way.

HDYGT: Excellent!

Martina Devlin: When I was 18 I worked as an office junior in London for a music agency, the summer before college. The money was about £40 a week, a fortune then – at least to me. I spent it all on clothes every week and didn’t save a penny, I’m glad to say. Old heads on young shoulders are downright unnatural.

HDYGT: (still dreaming of ice cream) I prefer all natural, too.

Martina Devlin: Crusty rockers were always wandering in but I rarely recognised them because I was in my Bowie phase. I met Alice Cooper, who gave me a funny handshake where he tickled my palm. To my horror, the other office girls told me this was sexually provocative, so I hid in the Ladies room the next time he pitched up. He was always in full makeup. What girl could compete with that?

HDYGT: (wonders what kind of ice cream Alice Cooper in full make-up would eat)   Rocky Road, I’d say.

Martina Devlin: Maybe a bit rocky, but my brush with the music biz cured me of any thoughts of ever trying to become a rock chick. So I guess it taught me I had to find a job and pay my own way. I’d make that a mandatory life lesson for any woman – I despair of girls who regard men as meal tickets.

HDYGT: Moving to the very recent past, 2009 was an exciting year for you. You had a No. 1 Best Seller with Banksters, about the Irish banking collapse, which you co-wrote with your partner, David Murphy, who’s also an award winning journalist.

Martina Devlin: And we’re still on speaking terms. Imagine! Match that, Bernstein and Woodward.

HDYGT: Not only that, you were the 2009 writer in residence at the Princess Grace Irish Library in Monaco.

Martina Devlin: I spent all my free time there studying yachts. Some of them had 24-carat gold portholes, more staff than Buckingham Palace per square foot, and were equipped with palm trees, beaches and swimming pools on deck.

HDYGT: That’s so glamorous, it has to be fiction.

Martina Devlin: No, it’s all real. Yet their owners might only use them a few times a year. Naturally I was outraged  by such excess. But I was also vexed that nobody ever invited me on board – I would have liked to nurse my outrage from a waterside vantage point.

HDYGT: I’d like to thank you so much, Martina Devlin, for a REALLY interesting interview. And as always – Thank You For Playing!!!

(walking out of park)

HDYGT: So how’d I do? You think I’ll make it big as a news announcer?

Martina Devlin: No.

HDYGT: Ha! I know you’re kidding – really, tell me the truth.

Martina Devlin: I did.

HDYGT: Such a kidder! Come on, for real this time…

Copyright HDYGT 2010

(Originally posted Feb 14, 2010)

Interview with Niamh “Bugsy” O’Connor


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Niamh O'Connor

WARNING: My next guest will take you to the seedier side of town–down a dank, murky alley–a place I didn’t know I had the guts to go.

It includes some tough talk about Blood… and Ties.

In fact, Blood Ties – a mesmerizing, can’t put it down book, just out. I’m not gonna lie to you— I almost didn’t make it out alive—but it was worth it. What a rush!! So here’s what happened…

I walked into a smoke filled pool hall. Strange, I’m thinking. She hates to swim. There she sat, in the back. Her face half shadowed under a single hanging lamp…

HDYGT:               You Niamh O’Connor?

Niamh O’Connor:         Who’s asking?

HDYGT:               How Did You Get There.

Niamh O’Connor:         I drove. Now answer my question.

HDYGT:               Hi,  I’m a big fan! I called about the interview?

Niamh O’Connor:  (sound of cards shuffling)

HDYGT:               OK. I’ll just get started.  Question #1: Please tell us what do you do for a living?

Niamh O’Connor:         I report on crime—Real crime—and write crime books. My latest book is Blood Ties. It’s work that requires me to ask a lot of questions. So here’s what I want to know – do you still sing like a canary?…In the shower?…Vacuuming?

HDYGT:   Only while skiing down jagged mountains in powder-puff snow.

Niamh O’Connor:         So you ski?

HDYGT:               No.

Niamh O’Connor:         But—

HDYGT:                           Wait a minute— I’m supposed to be asking the questions here! Let’s see… (flips open small note pad) How long have you been writing about crime?

Niamh O’Connor:         Reporting – twenty years. Writing true crime books – ten. Blood Ties is just out, before thatblood ties coverwas The Black Widow, and Cracking Crime. My first novel is coming out next year. But back to you. What’s this about the BBC?

HDYGT:               What!? Who told you about that?

Niamh O’Connor:         You did. On the phone. You wouldn’t stop yammering.

HDYGT:                           Oh. (eye-squint) So this is how’s it’s gonna be, eh? OK, I’ll tell ya. It’s the BBC My Story competition. I submitted. They posted it. It reached #1 in their Top Ten Most Liked.

Niamh O’Connor:         Oh yeah? (cool glare)

HDYGT:                           Yeah. Now your turn. (licks pencil, flips page) What do you like most about your work?

Niamh O’Connor: Who wants to know? (stands, sound of wooden chair knocked over)

HDYGT:                           I wanna know! (sound of chair set upright, seat wiped, pillow fluffed, offered to Niamh O’Connor)

Niamh O’Connor:         Thanks. I love the craft involved in stripping a sentence back to the absolute basics, to get the maximum hit. I love the language of crime. Passive it ain’t.

HDYGT:   (sharpens pencil with pocket knife, flips page)

Niamh O’Connor:         And subject wise, I love the jaw-dropping point when you’ve learned just how much the kind of person you’d least expect has gone to, to bump someone else off. That’s the conflict that gives the best crime stories the x-factor.

HDYGT: I love that show!

Niamh O’Connor:  (slaps HDYGT upside the head) Pay attention. I’m only gonna say this once.

HDYGT:                           Why I oughta…

Niamh O’Connor:         Take the Scissor Sisters, Linda and Charlotte Mulhall who murdered their mother’s toy boy lover in front of her; or Joe O’Reilly – the ad exec who murdered his wife Rachel because he considered it easier than a protracted custody battle following a separation; or Sharon Collins who Googled a hit man to kill her millionaire partner and his two sons – all featured in my new book, Blood Ties. I’ll give you another example of that conflict. You meet you- HDYGT- in real life, you think, wow that’s a nice, civilised lady. You read your interviews, you think, wow!

HDYGT: Yeah…            Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?

Niamh O’Connor:         Sit down.

HDYGT:               Alright, but no funny stuff—see? My next question is: What has drawn you to a LIFE OF CRIME writing??

Niamh O’Connor:         What’s with the spotlight? You’re blinding me.

HDYGT:                           Dramatic punch too hard?

Niamh O’Connor:         Over kill.

(screechy music, HDYGT bites knuckle)

Niamh O’Connor:  Here’s how it goes down. I need to know every last detail to understand what happened. When you read a newspaper report, you’re getting the bones of the story. But the true crime books give me a chance to flesh out the stories. I’m interested in what makes people tick; what drives them over the edge. Greed is just so despicable. It presses all the moral outrage buttons.

HDYGT:               Is this digging deeper innate or something you have developed on the job?

Niamh O’Connor: I’m naturally nosy. My writing epiphany was when somebody told me to stop adding ‘ly’ to describe, it was a cop out. But in terms of yours, I’d like to know what really happened on that double-decker bus?

HDYGT: Wha— whaddya mean?! (wipes sweat from brow)

Niamh O’Connor: I wanna know the truth!

HDYGT:                           YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!

Niamh O’Connor: You do realize writing is more than just quoting famous movies?

HDYGT:               Oh? Great tip. (flips page) So where did you work immediately before this?

Niamh O’Connor:         I was the crime correspondent in Ireland on Sunday. Now you– How does a person become an opera singer? I’m thinking one of those mom’s who entered you in singing competitions when you were little, right? I’m thinking Southfork. I’m thinking oil. I’m thinking JR would pay a lot of money to keep his princess out of trouble.

HDYGT:               What’re you, a wise guy? (sound of HDYGT’s forehead hitting table) Alright, I’ll tell you! A certain person—who shall remain nameless— studied singing because she was too lazy to continue dancing after high school. Then said singer fell in love with opera, especially Italian.

Niamh O’Connor: (eyes narrow)   If you’d ain’t on the up and up…

HDYGT:   (eyes narrow-er) Your turn. Did being a crime correspondent lead directly to your current position?

Niamh O’Connor:         Sure did. The Sunday World editor rang to ask would I meet for a talk. We met, he offered me the job. No looking back ever since. The author of Lockdown, Sean Black, describes us as the ‘last real reporters’. I love that. I’ve worked in enough other newspapers to know it to be true. Look at Paul Williams. It’s a vocation, not a job.

HDYGT:  Try any other jobs before writing for BLOOD money?

Niamh O’Connor:  Errr, babysitting. I only ever got paid a fiver no matter how many hours; and a pub, where a customer complained about the lounge girl who kept storming off in a huff every time he tried to order a Southern Comfort. I thought he was being rude!

HDYGT:  And lastly, any life experiences you’d like to share?

Niamh O’Connor:  I learned I didn’t have to smile back when I was working at my computer. Did I mention BLOOD TIES? It’s really good! Think you can work out some subliminal way of working the words ‘Buy It’ into this interview?

HDYGT:  Oh! BUY the way, does BLOOD wash out of TIES? That guy’s TIE’s BLOODy, he’d better BUY a new one!

Niamh O’Connor:  (knocks chair over, slaps HDYGT upside the head, storms out)

HDYGT:  Thanks for a gripping interview!! (door slams, big bruiser guys stand over HDYGT with arms crossed) And as always, Niamh O’Connor, thank you for playing…Guys, put me down…please?

© HDYGT 2010

(Originally Posted October 18, 2009)


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