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Klari

Joined: 29 Mar 2004
Posts: 4734
Location: Portland, OR |
So it's Xanax for crazy siblings after the mother's death? Where the hell where you last week when my grandma died Chris? Oh, yeah, SF. So I guess speed was the wrong choice. I bet my mom's crazy siblings can beat up Charlee's crazy siblings. (BTW, yeah, I'm not joking about grandma, but it was a good thing and gallows humour is carried on a gene I inherited from her, so it's all kosher, so quit your kvetching.)
And to get one thing straight, you're the George Bernard Shaw to Terry Pratchett's Oscar Wilde and I don't care if you aren't England's best-selling author, you still kick Pratchett ass, and I'm working on single-handedly turning each one of his fans over to the CM side. So just give it a little time.
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Tue Oct 04, 2005 10:24 pm |
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chris
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Joined: 02 Mar 2004
Posts: 3833
Location: People Republic of Northern California |
suetu wrote: |
No, I was there that day at Books by the Bay and remember it vividly. It was not a shining moment for Chris. I'm mildly glad to hear this postscript to the story. Mitigating circumstances, I suppose.
I'm sure it will never happen again.
Susan |
Yes, Susan, and you probably remember that I was doing the last gig on a tour that had lasted almost two months. I was exhausted and probably not as quick on my feet (with the hat lady) as I might have been if I had been fresher. At the Pratchett thing I wanted to go to the woman's son and tell him that he had no idea how off-putting it is to have someone yelling at you when you're speaking. We're not comedians, or political pundits, or rock stars -- who are used to or prepared for hecklers --we are nerdy people who sit in a room by ourselves making clicky noises, and for most of us, going out into public is an unnatural and difficult thing. They don't teach public speaking at author's school. The first signing I had ever been to other than my own, was Terry Pratchett's, two weeks ago. We don't even have examples to work from.
That day at Yerba Buena I had never appeared in a theater before, with the audience dark and lights in my eyes. (Especially after coming out of the blinding sunlight in the park.) I saw the venue as I was being led to the stage, and was having an extraordinary hard time seeing the audience as well as my notes. When I looked out, my eyes adjusted to the stage lights, when I looked back down at the page, I was blind. Because I'd been out on tour for so long, I had started to speak less and less from notes, but when the hat lady thing didn't work, and I obviously didn't have the audience, my presentation, which usually depends on a rapport with the audience had to change completely on the fly. thus I went to reciting whale facts.
This is not by way of making excuses, merely explanation. Obviously I've thought this through and hope that if it happens again I will be ready. (By the way, I had a crazy old lady heckling me in Scottsdale a couple of years before, and dealt with it by teasing her , which went over fine and turned out the most successful event I'd done to that time -- but the audience got it, they knew I was teasing her, we were all on the same page, and she didn't scream back at me like the old lady in Yerba Buena did. ) Not only was the Yerba Buena event not my shining moment, it was perhaps the worst public speaking moment I've ever had. (Including giving Medicare benefit seminars at retirement homes in the 80s, if you can imagine.)
But by the time I'd come back for the grand opening of Books Inc. in Alameda, I think I'd recovered. The staff voted me the best author event they had ever done -- not by attendance, by entertainment.
Anyway, next time, "Nice hat". That's all I'm saying.
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