I’m lucky to work with people who are not just talented but fun to spend the day with—which is probably more than they can say about me, since I tend to be edgy and preoccupied when facing a deadline, which I am most all the time, even when I go home. The problem is that those of us who are lucky enough to do work that we love are sometimes cursed with too damn much of it. Each weeknight, I work straight through the evening preparing for the next day’s interviews. If a friend happens to call, I reluctantly have to cut the conversation short and get back to work. My efforts to be a well-prepared and sensitive interviewer sometimes make me an insensitive friend. I often ask my guests about the paradoxes in their lives. I guess that’s one of mine.
All I Did Was Ask