Critique on Public Speaking Book

For long, long, LONG time readers of this blog, you may recall that I at some point decided I would write a book on public speaking. I was doing a lot of teaching at the time on the topic at area and college universities as well as at writers conferences.  Based on what I observed, there are a glut of people milling about who are perfectly capable of being wonderfully adequate speakers, if they could just move past their fear.

Yes, I know..."wonderfully adequate speakers." Quite a lofty goal. And yet, it is.  Most people who give talks or workshops aren't setting out to earn their living in a speaking venue. They're not trying to be keynote speakers or stand-up comedians. They just want to get through the occasional presentation at work and feel good about doing so. We're so much a nation focused on being the best or #1 that we sometimes overlook "adequate" as a perfectly reasonable goal.

So I wrote a manuscript, The Occasional Speaker.   Then I rewrote it. Then I ignored it. Then I let a few people read it, listened to their comments, thought hard about how to improve the book, and ignored it again. Then this past summer when I won my week long writer's retreat at WildAcres, I took the manuscript, ripped it apart, reorganized it, and renamed it The Perfect Speaker (Doesn't Exist). I got home, and promptly stopped work on it. (I hope you all are gaining insight into the writer's process...)

A critique group I had been a part of before regrouped, and in January I gave the revised manuscript to 3 readers. I met with two of them yesterday to receive feedback. That's always a scary process. You absolutely want people who won't sugarcoat and will tell you the truth. Otherwise, what's the point? But ego is a tricky thing, and you sort of enter the room ready to duck if a hard ball comes your way.

I honestly didn't know what to expect. I've been through the manuscript and sometimes I read it and think, "Hey, this has some merit," and other times I read it and think, "Burn it now, quick,before anyone sees it." I've all but had the match in hand before I turn back.

So it was with a great sigh of relief that I received positive feedback yesterday. Not glowing. Both readers agreed I needed to tighten, condense, and do some reorganizing to get rid of repetition and create a smoother flow. No surprises there. One who read my early version said she liked that format better and thought it allowed for more humor. I'm not sure I agree. But it's worth pulling out the original format and comparing.

Having received comments and suggestions, I'm also currently motivated to work on the book--something I need to jump on before I blink and the feeling disappears.  I also still need to meet with my third reader and see if his reactions concur with the other two. There's always a wild card...

The question follows on what I might do with said book. It will be an incredibly hard sell to a traditional publisher, given that I'm not out earning millions as a speaker, re: someone worth listening to. Then again, the premise of the book is that you don't HAVE to be that big-time speaker in order to be a successful speaker.

I'm willing to self-publish and market myself, if need be. I could start teaching again, sign up with some speakers bureaus, approach regional companies and go with back of the room sales. I suspect that will end up being the case but I'll probably at least pull together a proposal and test the waters before I go that route. (Side note: When I was typing the title of today's entry, I slipped and typed, "Public Spanking Book." Freudian slip? Or maybe a hint from the Universe that the mistyped title will be a much easier sell than my book...)

I have got to get serious about prioritizing my work time or I'm forever going to be chasing loose ends instead of working on big projects. But that's tomorrow's blog...

Snowball--Alive & Well

Just a quick update on Snowball. I looked out my kitchen window yesterday and was thrilled to see Snowball race out from under a car alongside a gust of wind, pouncing on leaves. I haven't talked to my neighbor so I don't know where the little fella got off to, but I'm glad he's back.

SWAMPED with work. Article due today, revisions based on editor's request to another article, and new last-minute assignment where I have to track someone down for an interview. Add in an 11:20 vet appointment for the cats (nails and microchipping) and a 4 PM meeting in Greensboro where the readers for my public speaking book are sitting down to give me their feedback, and it's a full day. Oh, and I'm also judging entries for an Oklahoma humor contest. I thought there were 41 total entries and went through what I thought was half of the entries this weekend. Dial that back to 1/3. I just discovered the entries were shipped out of order and there are actually 62 of them. Ack! Might be nice if I managed to exercise at some point today as well...

Happy Monday.

What's YOur Dream?

I'm part of an informal group of 5 wide-open women writers. We e-mail questions, leads, and support to one another and meet about every 6 weeks for lunch. At our last ladies luncheon (sounds so 1950's, doesn't it?), one of the women posed this question to the group: "What's your dream?"

The question made me pause my fork in mid-air. She was asking about our life's dream. If we were handed the wand of God and told, "Take a wave at this over your life and do what you will," what would that look like?

I was instantly appalled and embarrassed...because I had no answer. As others around the table stated their dreams, my mind was racing. "Think of something noble," I told myself. "Think of something inspiring."  Note: It's challenging to be noble and inspiring when what your brain is really thinking behind the curtain is "Don't say anything stupid."

In the end, I admitted my lack of knowing. I know what I want my life to look like: I want to be successful and admired and fulfilled and giving. I just don't have the specifics down as to what exactly may get me there.

One friend, for example, is a storyteller. Her dream is to write and sell fiction and have millions read her work. Another woman is a writer and health counselor/advocate. Her dream is to reach out across the nation in lectures, workshops and through writing, healing the mind/body gap that denies so many people good health.

The fact that I didn't have an answer bothered me more than I cared to admit at the luncheon. I was mopey when Blair got home from work.

"What's wrong?" he asked later that night.

I sighed. "I have no dream."

"Oh," he said. "I was hoping for something more along the lines of 'there's nothing good on TV.'"

I have no overwhelming dream and yet, I have inklings toward so many dreams: I want to save all the abandoned animals in the world. I want to travel. I want to mentor young women. I want to sell books. I want to lecture. I want a beach home and a mountain home and--hey, why not--a European home. I want to run marathons. I want to help others achieve their dreams. I want it all and the sooner the better. I want to not want anything at all...

I'll end this by posing the same question to you: What's your dream?

Lost Cat

Just got a phone call from my neighbor, the cop. The same neighbor whose cat I took twice--once by accident and once on purpose. The conversation went like this:

Him: "Hi, Dena."

Me: "Hi. What's up?"

Him: "Oh, just lookin' for my cat."

Me: "Ha ha! It's not me! For once, it's not me! I don't have your cat--whoo-hoo!" I did a small victory dance before realizing that my not having the cat, while a victory for me, also meant my neighbor's cat was still missing.

He's been gone for about a day. Usually he's either in his box or comes running when its dinner/breakfast time. I hope he's okay. It's cold but sunny here today so maybe he's just out prowling. I'll probably throw my coat on at some point and walk around a little bit, looking for him.

Everyone please keep your fingers crossed Snowball is just out doing the normal cat thing, which involves making people worry while they have fun.