Tracy Solheim's Blog
May 19, 2022
Talk About Embarrassing…
Double Dog Dare opens with our heroine, Summer Pearson, licking her wounds after an epic public humiliation. On social media, no less. For all the world to see. I have to tell you, it's kind of cathartic to make my characters suffer a little. Don't worry. She gets her HEA. Maybe not the Hallmark-y one you might expect. But one she never sees coming. I'm evil like that.
Have you ever had a publicly embarrassing moment? I sure have. Just ask my kids. On second thought, don't do that. The stories they could tell are legion. I'll just go ahead and embarrass myself with a story even they don't know. After all, it's not really fair of me to make Summer suffer alone, right?
Thirty-something years ago, I went with my boyfriend (now husband) to New York City. I figured I'd impress him by introducing him to some of my friends from my days working with NBC at the Olympics. So off we go to 30 Rock. It was a Sunday afternoon and they are doing a studio halftime show for all the NFL games they were broadcasting that day. Surprisingly things were pretty quiet in the building. So quiet, in fact, that all the ladies' rooms were locked. And I had to gooooo. The crew was on-air, so in my desperation, I slipped into the men's room. I hadn't counted on a commercial break. You guessed it. In comes the director--one of the few people on set I didn't know! And who is waiting outside in the hall? O.J. Simpson. I'm red remembering it decades later. I'm sure neither of those men recalls the incident at all, but I was never invited back!
Have you ever had a publicly embarrassing moment? I sure have. Just ask my kids. On second thought, don't do that. The stories they could tell are legion. I'll just go ahead and embarrass myself with a story even they don't know. After all, it's not really fair of me to make Summer suffer alone, right?
Thirty-something years ago, I went with my boyfriend (now husband) to New York City. I figured I'd impress him by introducing him to some of my friends from my days working with NBC at the Olympics. So off we go to 30 Rock. It was a Sunday afternoon and they are doing a studio halftime show for all the NFL games they were broadcasting that day. Surprisingly things were pretty quiet in the building. So quiet, in fact, that all the ladies' rooms were locked. And I had to gooooo. The crew was on-air, so in my desperation, I slipped into the men's room. I hadn't counted on a commercial break. You guessed it. In comes the director--one of the few people on set I didn't know! And who is waiting outside in the hall? O.J. Simpson. I'm red remembering it decades later. I'm sure neither of those men recalls the incident at all, but I was never invited back!
