My first five or six years as a romance author I managed to avoid local promotion. No big book signings for me. I was happy retaining the status quo, remaining who I was in my local community, a small town where I was born and educated, and which I returned to after I married a local (not quite boy-next-door, but almost.)
Bronwyn Jameson wasn't a secret identity -- I told anyone who asked. Friends, neighbours and the nosy knew I'd become a romance-writing hermit. I rejected several approaches by local media who heard on the grapevine, mostly because they wanted to come and take pictures at my writing desk, which would involve much tidying and cleaning. No thanks.
In 2006 I took a deep breath, swallowed some nerves, and agreed to a national radio interview. Might be fun, I thought, to see the inside workings of a radio studio. Fodder for a future story even. Plus, special bonus, no cleaning was involved AND I scored a trip to Sydney. (I may be a country girl, but I do enjoy an occasional foray to the big city.)
So, there I was, all ready for a lovely chat with a lovely radio man. Except the morning I was booked happened to be the morning that two miners who'd been trapped underground for five days were found alive. Who wanted a puff piece on a romance author when hard news was breaking?
Waste of time, I thought, never again.
A year later I must have been caught at a weak moment because I agreed to my first local newspaper article. In the newspaper office, not in my home. I found the cutting during my recent clean-up. They ran this photo full page colour on the front page of the magazine section. I am saving it as proof that I was a cover girl, once. LOL.
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