The other day a man called me (on my unlisted number) and said he worked for a women's morning talk show on the Lifetime channel called "The Balancing Act." He thought my newest novel might be a good fit for a "summer reading" segment.
I glanced at my coffee-stained calendar. The rest of April, along with a good deal of May, June and July, were blank.
Mind you, the TV man wasn't sure they'd decide to have me on. He explained that his job was just to tell me about the show and answer any questions I might have. Then some Bigger Billy Goat Gruff would call back to make the arrangements.
But instead, I'll just die a broke, crabby old fart insisting that it was better in the old days when shows were shows and ads were ads and everyone could tell the difference.
P.S. Here's the show's website. http://www.mylifetime.com/shows/balancing-act