Just yesterday I found out that I will have to make a two minute (timed to the second) presentation on my book. It is called an elevator pitch. That two minutes will determine whether or not I will be asked back to do a book talk. I love to write. I love word-smithing. I can go to sleep and wake up in the middle of the night with a fully formed poem, the words having eluded me the day before. I love to take my time and think when I sit in front of my computer – typing as I am, correcting, revising. I am not so comfortable speaking in front of strangers, let alone a large audience. I like to make eye contact. My heart may start to pound and interfere with my thoughts. I may turn red. I may become aware of my hands, my feet, my shoes – and you know about my shoes. My mouth may get dry. I may wish I had a prescription for Xanax.
Once again, my marriage proved serendipitous. Just last week, Phil signed both of us up for ongoing workshops in public speaking. The group is called Toastmasters and I joined last night. Here’s to my Phil for knowing what to do to push me along the way! I was told that my little speech was funny, down-to-earth, honest, and that I used vivid, unique descriptors so I guess I came across as the author of this book, which has been described as honest, down to earth, laugh out loud…I am raising my glass to life!