The sequel is finished. A burden has lifted from my shoulders. Only some editing remains after feedback from friendly readers, and then I can submit GRASS SHOOTS to my publishers.
I am tired. I don’t want to write another novel – for a long time, anyway.
Why don’t I just sit back and relax?
I did – for a week or so.
But nearly two years ago I embarked on a public speaking course with Toastmasters International, because I had started giving talks related to my writings, and I wanted to learn how to do it properly. By the time I’d completed the first hurdle I had a varied selection of entertaining and inspiring talks under my belt, and was ready for more. But I also needed a break from the Club.
So I start thinking forwards. Clubs and Societies are always looking for speakers, I’m told. But I’ve learned that they plan their schedules a year ahead. If I’ve gone through all the stress and agony of exposing myself to critical professionals in the interests of improvement, I need to do something to show for it. And I’ve discovered the intoxicating buzz of power when I hold an audience captive.
I speak to a local contact, and she puts me on her list for next year. I commit to an audition with the Women’s Institute. I find myself searching the internet for opportunities. And before I know it, I have registered with a website, Contact an Author.
What on earth have I done? I’m in my mid seventies, and health isn’t what it used to be. Take a look HERE and tell me what you think. And wish me luck when I face a hundred members of the East Sussex WI on 19th April, who will decide whether or not to approve me for their next year’s speakers list.
I’m nervous as a kitten, feeling like a schoolgirl facing her first exam. Have I entered my second childhood – do I know what I’m doing?