It’s time once again for Ned’s Nickel’s Worth on Writing, a weekly feature in which I utilize my 15 years as a columnist to offer advice that has been heralded by Oprah Winfrey as “possibly someone in our Book Club, I think.” This week’s NWOW is going to be a bit of a departure. Not because Oprah is flying us all to Chicago, but because I had the privilege of being interviewed by A Drip of Truth, a blog about writers and writing, hosted by the talented R.G. Dole. It’s also a departure because, after looking back over this interview, I realized I actually said some things that could be interpreted as helpful…
1) What’s your name? Where can we find you? Blog? Twitter? Facebook?
Without question, the introduction part of this interview would be a lot better if I had a really cool name like “Blaze” or “Vin.”
My name is Ned, which doesn’t set an exciting tone.
However, if all goes well, we’ve just passed through the low point of this interview. I’ve been a newspaper humor columnist for 15 years, the last year of which has been in syndication through News Media Corporation. A began blogging a little over a year ago and, after careful consideration and meeting with a team of marketing analysts, titled my blog with the compelling name: Ned’s Blog. I’m also on Twitter and Facebook. To be honest, I’m still not sure why — but I’m told it will help me establish a media empire rivaling our local public access channel… (Read more here)
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Nice interview! The part that stood out for me was where the interviewer said “they don’t have to be published.” That certainly takes the pressure off.
I was partial to that myself.
In all honesty, My Name is Ned has an authoritative tone. I don’t know why. It just does. You might consider it for your blockbuster autobiography/Lifetime movie event.
Lol! I was thinking more along the lines of I Am Ned and have Sean Penn play me… or did he make that movie already?
You’re the third famous Ned I’ve met. Sort of met. One is, of course, that fictitious Irishman Ned Devine, as all Irishmen are, and the other is “Old Ned” who was Rutherford B. Hayes horse. Yes, “was” — I couldn’t really cross the country to visit daughter and miss Ned’s grave over there near the other illustrious Hayes’. Since you are real and alive (right?), I will now call you the most famous Ned I know!
You won’t be in Playgirl? (That noise you just heard was my crest falling.) 😉
You might want to move your toothpaste to a more secure location 😉