(Have you noticed that I haven’t posted for DAYS? I hope so!)
Writing a book is
the easy part …. this media / PR / marketing stuff is way harder. Instead of lying on my couch revelling in the satisfying
afterglow of the release of my book, I’ve just spent three days filming for a
TV show. And let me tell you, it’s been
bloody nerve wracking stuff.
I have been dying
to tell you about it, but I wanted to make sure it happened before I did. I still can’t believe it has happened. Last night, after the second day of
interviews and shooting, I said to Marko: “This feels totally surreal, that
people actually want to do a TV show on the two of us. We are such arb, simple people.”
I have been
DREADING this shoot. It is for a segment
on a really big show here in South Africa, probably the biggest show on TV. I still can’t believe they are actually going
to air it, and until I get confirmation, I am not going to say which show (not
that it means anything to anyone outside of SA!), but believe me, as soon as I
hear they are going ahead with the show, I will let everyone know. It is tentatively scheduled to air the 19th
of Nov.
My publisher sent
the producers of the show a copy of my book, with the suggestion that they
might be interested in doing a piece for their TV show. About me and my
infertility story. A few days later I
got a call from them: “Hello Tertia,
this is Xxxx from Xxxxxx, we are interested in doing a piece on your story…” I nearly shat in my pants. There is no bigger show than this one. Which made it even more bloody scary.
It went better
than I expected. I was really, really nervous to do it. This show is such a high profile show and the
interviewers are really well known, SA versions of celebs. When I first told Marko about it, he told me I
could forget about him being on the show. I told him, in no uncertain terms, that he had
no bloody choice. I’d done enough of
this shit on my own; he had no choice but to participate. He was even more nervous than I was, but he
ended up being really excellent in his interview (which I haven’t seen!) and
got on like a house on fire with the interviewer. They interviewed my mother, my sister, my best
friend, Marko and I.
It was nerve
wracking, and long, and tiring (they shot until late on Friday and Saturday),
but it went well. The producer of the
show was excellent. I loved her. It’s crazy that they do three days of filming
for a 10 minute segment, but I suppose that is how it works. I hope it comes
across well. We’ll see. I felt very dorky in some of the shoots.
This time right
now really is my 15 minutes of fame. I am featured in this month’s edition (Dec edition, out now) of
Femina, and I think next month’s edition of Oprah magazine (SA version) and
then the following month’s Marie Claire (SA edition) and I think perhaps Fair
Lady after that. The eTV show aired this
past Monday with a rerun yesterday, and now this TV show. (I am trying to somehow get the TV interview from this last week uploaded to Youtube, but I have no idea how to do that.)
It all sounds
glam and fabulous, and I really am grateful that I am getting this exposure,
but I have to tell you, it is bloody nerve wracking. I’d far rather be lying on my couch, drinking
my wine. But that would a cop out. If I am going to do this, then I need to do
it properly. And this marketing / PR
stuff is part of the process of publishing a book.
So dear hearts,
that is where I have been for the last three days. I hope you noticed I was away. For the local dudes: I’ll let you know which show and when as soon
as I know. For the rest of you: I am working on that international release. It is moving forward. Things are happening; albeit painfully slowly.
I have to tell
you a few quick Marko stories that happened over the last few days. Now, while I am tipsy enough to tell
you. Firstly…. what is it with men and
sex? Why is it that their first reaction
to stressful situations is always “let’s shag”? Have a fight? Solution? Let's shag. Big day ahead? Solution? Let's shag. Marko’s solution to the pre-filming nerves is
a shag. Is he fucking mental? A shag is the very last thing I need or want
at that moment. No matter how much he
tells me “but it will relax you”. I don’t
care. A shag is out of the fucking
question. Shut up and help me tidy up.
Then, 30 minutes
before the camera crew and interview people are about to arrive at my house
(yes, they interviewed me in my house!!), I am running around like a mad thing,
trying to get dressed, get the kids sorted, clean up, make the beds etc, and
Marko is busy …………………… sweeping the driveway. Oh.My.Fuck. He can’t help me tidy up because he is sweeping. the. fucking. DRIVEWAY. THEY ARE NOT GOING TO FILM THE DRIVEWAY. Make the effing beds instead.
Sigh
I have to say,
besides the wanting to shag and sweeping the driveway thing, he was really
good. The producer and interviewer said
he was really great in his interview, and he helped a stack with the set up and
running around etc. He’s not too bad, I
think I’ll keep him.
Oh wait!! OMG, forgot to tell you this! Firstly, the
film shoot was supposed to happen last week, but. Well. It didn’t happen for a few reasons, which was why I felt so let down by
people last week. Anyway, it’s
fine. It worked out fine. Then, the morning of the first day of shooting
(Friday), I was extremely stressed. Obviously. Just as I am about to get ready, Kate pukes all over me. I had a pool of puke in my lap with rivers
running down my leg into my slippers. Poor baby. On a normal day, having sick kids stresses me
out terribly. Never mind on a day like
that day.
Then, on the second
day of shooting; the day I was to do my interviews, I went off to have my pre-booked
blow job. Scheduled for 08:30, so that I could have lovely straight, blow dried
hair for my interview and not the thatched roof / mushroom look I normally
sport. There I am, sitting in the chair
with my sopping wet hair when the effing electricity goes off. For the entire block. Lovely. Perfect. Winner. I waited around for about 15 minutes but then
had to go. They filming was starting
soon, if I wasn’t going to get the sleek look I had better work on taming the ‘shroom. Thank goodness the very kind, very amazing
hairdresser offered to come to my house to do the blow job there. Which was really sweet of her. I am going to
write a letter to my local newspaper to tell them about the excellent service I
received from Marissa. She really went
out of her way to help me. I ended up
looking particularly G&D with my lovely sleek hair. But it was close. (If you live in Durbanville, do yourself a favour and go to Mumtazz –
they give the best head massages
ever. That alone is worth going there.)
Anyway, this has
turned into a marathon post. It is
bedtime for me. It’s been a long three days.
Oh shite, sorry!
One more thing. Here is the photo from
the Femina shoot – it is a story about friendship, and in particular my best
friend’s friendship with me during the infertile years. Isn’t my best friend absolutely
divine. Love her. Notice the lovely blow job I had that day as
well. Apologies about the missing eyes –
no idea where my eyes have gone. (What do you call a deer with no eyes? No idea. No eye dear – gettit? Hahaha)
Ok, really going
now. Nighty night.
Signed:
Tertia: Media Personality
Xoxox
OHMIGOD! You look like a fucking celebrity! And, yes, of course we noticed you weren't around... Hope you can get your YouTube act together so that we in the States can get a glimpse of your television fabulosity! Congrats on the media attention! You deserve it!
xoxo
Posted by: Suzie-Q. | 12 November 2006 at 09:06 PM
I totally noticed you hadn't posted. I think this is all just fabulous and couldn't have happened to a nicer person. Enjoy your 15 minutes darling!
Lovely photo of you and your BFF. I am now even more jealous of your fame and beauty since I see that you have nice feet. I covet nice feet.
Posted by: Andrea | 12 November 2006 at 09:30 PM
So much to say but I can't get it out until I tell you---in America, a blow job is something, er, a little closer to what Marko likes to do when he's stressed. If you get my drift. :-)
xo
Posted by: Flicka | 12 November 2006 at 11:10 PM
Oh my goodness - I love her jeans! You both look amazing! Congrats on all the attention - you definitely deserve it.
Posted by: Judy | 12 November 2006 at 11:11 PM
Pretty frock.
What d'you call a deer with no eyes and no legs?
Still no-eye deer.
Posted by: e | 12 November 2006 at 11:35 PM
What do you call a deer with no eyes, no legs, and who has been castrated?
No fucking idea.
But seriously, congrats on the recognition. Sounds like you are having a blast.
Posted by: Sue | 13 November 2006 at 12:26 AM
Oops. Sorry, I messed up the punch line.
It is...
still no fucking idea.
ba-dum-dum
Posted by: Sue | 13 November 2006 at 12:27 AM
It's Carte Blanche right? Has to be - nothing else is bigger than them! Please let us know before the airing of the show, I want my folks to tape it for me! Congratulations, well done and all that goes with it. Thank you, for speaking up and out for so many infertiles!
XOXO
Posted by: Isabel | 13 November 2006 at 12:37 AM
Would it be foolish to admit how many times I re-read the bits about the blow jobs before realizing this was one of those idioms with a whole other meaning than I knew about. Aaah, now I get it...
Posted by: caro | 13 November 2006 at 01:07 AM
"Notice the lovely blow job I had that day as well."
Bet Marko was thrilled.
Hahahahahaha : )
Posted by: Menita | 13 November 2006 at 01:21 AM
K's usual answer to all problems is a blow job -
and he is not referring to my hair.
You look fabulous -
what a whirlwind!
Posted by: blackbird | 13 November 2006 at 03:08 AM
you look beautiful; eyes or no eyes!! I am cracking up still about your mushroom comment; that gets me laughing everytime! Sounds like you are having an incredibly exciting time!! Good luck xxx
Posted by: juliette | 13 November 2006 at 03:15 AM
Blow job - heh.
Is it me or is your hair also looking blonder? Looks lovely regardless.
So happy for the attention your book is getting. Not knowing any SA television, I am imagining Oprah herself interviewing you about your book. Pretty awesome.
Congrats about your busy and exciting life (and I had been wondering what was up - where my guaranteed daily read was! Glad to hear what it was postponed for!)
Posted by: Em | 13 November 2006 at 03:28 AM
Nice blow job (hehe), super cool jeans, pretty dress, and love the blonde...but I just MUST mention the teeth! Your teeth look fabulous! The braces really paid off, eh?
Posted by: Billie | 13 November 2006 at 04:15 AM
when did you go blonde? Still laughing about the blow jobs.
Posted by: Luann | 13 November 2006 at 04:26 AM
Good Lord, you look positively GIRLY in that photo!
tee hee... blow job.... *snicker*
( American here, can you tell?)
Posted by: mama-beans | 13 November 2006 at 04:52 AM
Okay, the blow job thing is cracking me up here. Is that what you really call a blow dry there, and if so, then what do you call the act of, well, what we up here in the USA call a blow job?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Posted by: gina | 13 November 2006 at 05:12 AM
you two look ADORABLE. and thanks for the marko stories, they're always amusing (MEN!!! eh?)
Posted by: heathersak | 13 November 2006 at 05:52 AM
Bloody gorgeous friends. Grr. Love you lots. You both look FAB! Yay. xxx
Posted by: Bee | 13 November 2006 at 10:36 AM
Carte Blanche, Ruda Landman, and I know I don't get the Noddy Badge, but I am right, right? Gotta get your autograph!!!
Posted by: Coral | 13 November 2006 at 11:22 AM
No, (in answer to some of the other comments) we do not all call a blow dry a blow job, I think that is just a Tertia-ism. Or have I had my head buried in the sand for a while?? We also have a delightful drink called a blow job. Try and order that at a pub overseas!
Tertia you look absolutely G&D. I cannot wait for the TV show. Has to be CB. And I totally agree with you about men. Mine had a car accident, broke his collar-bone and guess what he wanted when we got home from the hospital!!
Posted by: V | 13 November 2006 at 12:29 PM
I wish I lived in SA so I could see those shows, the mag, and the book! When is it coming to the US already!?!?
You kept saying blow job and while I know what you meant it still cracks me up. LOL
No Eye Dear BWHAHAHA! Man either that is fuckin hilarious or I REALLY need to get to bed.
Posted by: Cristy | 13 November 2006 at 03:31 PM
Blow job...hehe...and you can get them to come to your house?
Marko must love it.
Posted by: sheilah | 13 November 2006 at 05:10 PM
What a great photo, you are getting blonder with every photo shoot, it is a side effect of the dazzling spotlight of fame?
My parents just got home from their week near Cape Town, they loved it, I think my Mum wants to retire there now!
Posted by: Rosemary Grace | 13 November 2006 at 06:48 PM
Tertia, you look even more G&D than usual! Love your dress, too. I knew blow jobs were supposed to be healthy, but wow!!
(That's what you get for having all of us pervy Americans read your blog!)
Posted by: DebbieS | 13 November 2006 at 07:50 PM
Totally off subject.. WHERE did your friend get her AWESOME PANTS???? Am salivating all over the computer.... must have those pants!!
Posted by: mama-beans | 13 November 2006 at 07:51 PM
Glad to see you're back. You were missed. BTW, you look fabulous in the pic! Congrats on all the publicity for the book. I'm so sorry I can't see any of it, being here in America and all. If you can post any of it on YouTube, let us know! BTW, some friends gave us a bottle of wine from SA the other evening. I can't remember what winery.
Posted by: Heather | 13 November 2006 at 10:12 PM
T, my infertile friends and I will be glued to the TV on Sunday night....yes, we do get M-Net in Zimbabwe! Let us know if it is definitely being aired ok? Can't wait!!!
Posted by: Jen | 14 November 2006 at 04:15 PM
OK - must ask - is Marko a Virgo?
When crunch time is upon us, DH (Virgo, son of Virgo, father of 2 virgos - I'm a virgo magnet!) can be found dust-busting the car, rinsing his laundry for the second time (and he uses liquid laundry detergent!) or sweeping the sidewalk in front of the house.
Sigh.
Posted by: Suzanne | 14 November 2006 at 11:09 PM
you really do have to stop saying blow job. It is soooo distracting.
you look gorgeous and deserve every minute of it!
Posted by: Kate | 16 November 2006 at 08:18 AM