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    Tuesday, October 12, 2010

    Singing, Sailing, Speaking

    Last January, my friend Beth Vogt (aka The Evil Editor) asked me to speak to a group of writers. Beth is the kind of friend who makes you see yourself as you always dreamed you could be, which for me means covered in green paint and belting out Defying Gravity on a Broadway stage.

    Naturally I agreed.

    After the exhilaration faded, and I realized I would not be singing in green body paint, I got nervous.

    As the February date of my workshop drew nearer, my nerves turned into a clump of cold spaghetti. I practiced and practiced my talk on Moving Beyond Clich├ęs. The day arrived and with it a snowstorm. The event was cancelled, and my spaghetti knot unwound.

    Beth and Scoti at Springs Writers rescheduled me for October, which was far enough away for my spaghetti to be lulled into warm, buttery sense of security.

    But, as you know, time tends to pass. Autumn arrived, and I started having internal pasta trouble around October 1st.

    Last night, at 6:30, time was up. I finally gave my first workshop. Beth Vogt and Mild-Mannered Missionary Mary came along to heckle, I mean, cheer me on. During my talk I had a little moment when a realization hit me. It went something like this:

    No, I wasn’t tied to the podium, and there was no deranged psychologist waiting in the wings, but I did experience a tingle of exhilaration when I realized that I can do this. I speak now. I’m a speaker. Isn’t this some kind of breakthrough? I’m a speaker!



    Beth K. Vogt said...

    Oh, Evangeline. Oh, Evangeline.
    What a delight you are.
    As a writer.
    As a speaker.
    You make me laugh out loud.
    You make me cry.
    You make me think, "I wish I could write like her."
    Which means I then go home and try better (only like me, if that makes sense.)

    You're sailing, friend. You're sailing.

    Kay Day said...

    I'm speaking next week at WFTJ. My lips are numb. I might need a lot of rope.
    But your post gives me hope.
    Now I'm rhyming. What a dope.

    Linda Brytak said...

    I have no rhyme, this time. I have a great interest in your blog. I too am a middle aged, mom. will keep an eye on your writings.

    Donita K. Paul said...

    Evangeline is trying to define her focus as a writer. Well, she was raised by me, a very unfocused individual. But in creating her website for her writing career (which is obviously going to blossom at any moment), she needs to have a common thread. Shall we help her. This is in response to Linda Brytak comment which said to me that she ident,ifies with Evangeline's themes. So what is the commonality that attracts us to her work? I don't count, because I'm her mom. I'm a bit myoptic. Any thoughts?

    Kimberley Woodhouse said...

    Yay, Evangeline! You go, girl! I wish I could've been there to heckle... ahem, CHEER you on :)

    And I could SO see you like Bob - "I'm speaking!" LOL
    Love the visual.

    Heather Diane Tipton said...

    Congratulations, Evangeline! That's awesome. It's amazing when you realize, hey wait a minute, I can do this! Since being in TX I've spoke at three writers groups.

    I bet you were awesome. Wish I could have been there to see!