Wednesday, July 3, 2019

I See You

“She spoke almost in a whisper, “I wadn’t aware that words could hold so much. I didn’t know a sentence could be so full.

--Where the Crawdads Sing by Darlia Owens (Kya, 14, reading her first sentence.)

Oh my, what a beautiful book, beautiful story, beautiful writer. I was enthralled.  


Oh Hi,

I got carried away. I’m still recovering from that book.

I figure you probably love books or writing or blogging. Is that how you found me?

How did you by the way?

However you got here, by train, boat or ox cart,  I’m happy to see you.

You come, I’ll post, that’s the way it works, so I’ll take 40 lashes with a wet noodle for not posting.

I’ve been concentrating on https://travelswithjo.com, and https://come-on-baby-light-my-fire.com  (7 steps to living the life we want.)

But, here you are and here I am, Thank you for not giving up on me.


Are you afraid of public speaking?

Me too.

Why is that?

#Eric Edmeades said that “Not one person was born afraid of public speaking.”

If a baby was afraid to speaking up she would never be fed, or not often enough, and what about diaper changes?

We’re okay speaking with one other person. We can size them up, see how they respond to our words, adjust as time goes on. But give us a group and we freeze.

Well, we can’t read an entire group, and a mob can hurt us. Think of those times in school, if you wrote got that multiplication problem you were writing on the chalkboard wrong, you were laughed at or teased. 

And what would happen if the teacher asked a question and you were staring out the window—probably it was more interesting out there than what was going on in the classroom. But the teacher asked a question and 10 smart-ass kids raised their hands, but who did she call on?

You.

I guess embarrassment was supposed to make you a better student.

This was after many heart that children should be seen and not heard.

Hum.
We’re grown now, but we still carry some of that old garbage from childhood, and it makes us afraid.

But listen  folks, you writers, you creatives. 

To be creative you must be willing to make a fool of yourself.

Let’s party!
Joyce