Calling all cars . . .
Here’s the deal. I want to talk to Oprah. But like Wonderwoman and Supergirl; her number is unlisted. And so is her address. Go figure. It’s not like her phone would ring off the hook and she’d be buried in junk mail. Oh. Wait. She would, wouldn’t she?
So about the only way I’ve found to get a hold of Oprah is the contact form on her web site where you, no shit, are limited to 2,000 characters. Not words. 2,000 letters, spaces, and punctuation marks. Of course Oprah is not reading the flood of 2,000-character missives that arrive at her headquarters hourly.
She has people for that.
And statically, at least some of these people gotta have diabetes, right? I’ve tried emailing several times. My wife has tired. My doctor has tired. My mother has tried, probably more than once.
But like the statues on Easter Island; Oprah remains silent.
So why do I want to talk to Oprah? Actually I don’t care if I ever “talk” to Oprah. I just want Oprah to read my book The Born-Again Diabetic. I think if I can get it into her hands, she will recognize what it can do for patients. And then, maybe, she might, you know, spread the word or something.
So in my first (and hopefully last) use of the D-blogosphere for personal gain I have a request: I am asking, pleading, begging all of you who found value in my book to email Oprah. Maybe if a hundred people shout under the window one voice will get through.
At Oprah.com there are show idea links, magazine idea links, website idea links, and one asking if you’ve spotted a celebrity lately. Huh. But it seemed to me like the most logical link is at Oprah’s Book Club, where the question is asked: What are you reading this summer?
Here is the link:
You might want to cut and paste rather than try to re-type that puppy by eye.
And thanks in advance to all of you who take the time to help me out on this!