It’s a little corny, I know, but for those who want to “live-comment” Connected Coast to Coast, the thread is open. If you don’t have cable (or a TV), that’s OK. You may live-comment, too.
Critique our performances, if you like. All I ask is that you keep this in mind: It’s my first time! 
Update (6:38 p.m.): I did it! 
Thank you so much for commenting and/or watching the show. You know something? I wasn’t really nervous. The waiting was the worst part. I’ve always felt that the anticipation of a thing was worse than the thing itself. Unless you’re going to the guillotine (I suppose!).
When I first got there, someone’s entourage was in the Green Room. They all looked so professional, and I felt and looked like a blogger. So I put my stuff down and went into makeup. The woman who fixed my face was very good. I looked a little strange to myself because I don’t wear heavy makeup. I haven’t seen myself on video yet. I may watch later tonight.
After makeup, I paced and sat, paced and sat for a good 30 minutes. Then it was time. They brought me to the studio, which is made to look like a small den or home library. The producer set me up with the microphone and earpiece, and I waited for another 15 minutes. Then I heard the word “bloggers.” This is it!
If I looked relaxed, it was because I was relaxed. I think they designed the room for that purpose. There are lights in your face, but everything else is dark. The room was soundproofed, so it was very quiet. I talked to God while I was in the Green Room, and I was thinking of him as I sat in that chair, knowing he was with me.
Political Teen has the video!
7:00 p.m.: Just finished talking to my mother. She was still at work. She said she went into the TV lounge and thought she had missed me. She sat down on the couch (chair?) with a few coworkers, and all of a sudden she heard my name and saw my face. She’s a private surgical technician for a group of OBGYNs, and doctors and nurses were gathered around watching and shooshing each other and asking questions. It was so good to hear her excited about what I’m doing. At one point she went out into the hall to gather more people, then her coworkers went to gather even more people. They all got an earful of my life story! “My daugher’s on TV.”
7:13 p.m.: I just saw myself. Not bad, not bad. Next time, fewer “Ahs,” less blinking, but overall, not too shabby for the first time. My mother said I didn’t look nervous at all. She said she felt like I was having a normal conversation with only herself in the room.
7:55 p.m.: I’m glad it’s over, but it’s an experience I look forward to repeating. Time to relax…
