Yesterday after lunch, our publicist called me and said a reporter from Publishers Weekly wanted to talk to an editor about business management book trends. I looked around me and the only person I saw was me. So I told her I would talk to him. "Can I have a couple days to prepare?" I asked. No, he was on deadline and wanted to talk to me in 30 minutes.
It's only been in the last several months that PW has realized that we exist, I think. So I didn't want to blow the opportunity to put in a good word for our books, and possibly also get quoted saying something really insightful and amazing. But as an introvert who needs time to collect her thoughts, I have a tendency to say stupid things when attempting to think on my feet. Panic set in. Mercifully, I had only 30 minutes to stew about it.
So I talked to the reporter, who had some set questions about young managers and "green" books. To be honest, I'm not sure exactly what I said to him, but maybe some of it was usable. I was even able to mention a few of our books gracefully. I was so thankful for all the time I have spent reading relevant blogs; otherwise, I don't think I would have had answers for him.
The story will appear toward the end of the month. Until then, I am trying not to think too much about which unfortunate utterances the reporter will choose to highlight.