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Funny thing
happened last weekend while I was scrambling eggs. My cell rang—rather, it went
into the Garth Brooks Calling Baton Rouge
summons. I clicked. On the other end was a Bayou Writers’ Group board member asking
if I would replace one of their conference speakers who had to cancel. I said
no. I always say no when I’m hit with something totally unexpected. I have to
think about things—or be talked into things. I have to roll the beginning, the
middle, the end around in my mind. I have to play it out—the good, the bad and
the ugly. After listening to my hubby tell me all the reasons I should—quoting me
back to me in some cases—I called them back and accepted.
I haven’t
slept since.
I have a
sore throat.
I wheeze.
My chest
feels like an elephant … well, you’ve seen that commercial.
It has been
two years since I’ve stood in front of a group of writers and offered
encouragement. I’m not in that “place”
anymore—if you know what I mean.
I’m still
working on my talk. Well, I have a title. I keep visualizing my audience: all writers.
New and experienced. Such a wide gap between the new writer and the experienced
writer; between the literary writer and the romance writer. Often our needs are so different. Sure, we have a lot in common, but really, what do we
have in common?
Fear? Insecurity? Procrastination?
Maybe not. I’m bringing to mind several attendees who
show no fear, who write with confidence and don’t have an ounce of insecurity—at
least, they don’t let it show.
My talk is
called The Power of The Made Up Mind. Doesn’t that say it all?
But what next?
I have a
feeling I’m going to be the kind of speaker I hate; the one that gives a good title but
a talk that has nothing to do with it. Ever wander into one of those sessions?
I have—too many times.
Maybe I’ll
just speak into the microphone: “Hubby says
our conference—all writers’ meetings—should be held in graveyards so we’ll
write with the end in sight. Now go home and pretend you have a death sentence."
Inspiring? 
Think of me
on Saturday. If I don’t lose my voice, I’ll be standing tall with Poet StellaNesanovich; Literary Agent Brooks Sherman; Linda Yezak, Acquisitions editor of
Port Yonder Press; Mona Lisa Saloy, author and folklorist, and my personal hero-- freelance writing expert, Hope Clark, founder of
Funds for Writers and author of Lowcountry Bribe.
I’ll speak at 9:10 for 50 minutes. ACK! I feel my throat closing.
Tell me what you appreciate when hearing conference speakers--and tell me what drives you bananas!
