I, myself, LOVE to speak. Ask anyone who knows me, anyone who has ever known me, or anyone who has ever met me - briefly, in passing, for any reason. I'm what my great-grandmother used to call a "chatty Cathy." I will talk to anyone, anytime, for probably any reason; and I might let them get a word in edgewise, too - at some point, maybe.
Today, in one of my classes (I'm working toward my degree in funeral services -
I watched this girl with visible nerves clutch the podium she
While I don't expect people to be the most profound speakers, I do expect those who, when given time to prepare and a step-by-step set of directions
I spend most of my time around writers. Some are published, some are pursuing publication, and others just write for the enjoyment of writing, but they are all writers. I think I have, like, 4 friends who I spend time with on a semi-regular basis that aren't writers; conclusions: A) I need more friends, or B) these other people aren't as cool
So my choices at this point are: A) diversify the types of writers I spend time around, maybe I need to find a few of the quintessential writers that stutter when they have to speak, etc?, and/or B) grin and nod and
If you're wondering what was the absolutely magnificent speech I gave, I can paraphrase it quickly as follows: I sat on the edge of the table at the front of the room; I did not hide behind the podium. My words were as follows
"A connoisseur of fine words, melodramatic thespian, karaoke fiend, and gun-toting, tree-hugging, dirt-worshipper (careful, the hippy is armed!), I'm a non-smoking Gemini...oh, wait, that's my eHarmony profile...
"My name is Billie Brown, a.k.a. BB, a.k.a. B.C. Brown, a.k.a. the weirdo who writes, I'm the youngest of three girls. I can tell you my parents were shocked when I showed up. I mean, I came home in a cowboy outfit, in a blue blanket, to a blue room with bears playing baseball. Should I also mention the fact that I'm an avid Cubs fan? Hmm....bears playing baseball nursery....Might be a connection? I began writing when I was eight years old. A good thing I took up that hobby rather than, say, singing since we're pretty sure I started losing my hearing in my pre-teen years.
"I wear hearing aids but, if I were to take them out, I could hear about one-quarter of you about half the time. Imagine your life underwater, and you have an idea of what it's like to hear like me.
"My life after high school was typical. I married my high school sweetheart and moved as far away from here [Vincennes] as possible as fast as I could. After about ten years of marriage, I realized (had it shoved in my face actually) that my husband was a jerk, got a divorce and moved home. But two great things happened during my marriage and time away. A) I was introduced to karaoke. The great thing about this is that I can sing as badly as I want/do and it doesn't matter because people think the deaf girl rocks! haha And, B) I became a published author. I have three novels to date and a short story in a collective anthology. I write epic fantasy (think kings, queens, wizards, and war) and paranormal mystery (extraordinary abilities meets COPS), and my short story published is transgressive fiction. If you don't know what that is, it is basically protagonists who are, pretty much, the worst people you can imagine; or it deals with controversial topics like rape, incest, abuse, etc.
"As you can probably tell, I'm not shy or introverted. I'm active in community theater in Lawrenceville and enjoy my time on stage. However, I can appreciate solitude (because, let's face it, writers are the least social creatures on the face of the planet; even when we are being social, we are sitting in a group, hunched over our own laptops/notebooks etc.), and I can appreciate the importance of the non-spoken word as much as those said.
"That's me in a nutshell. Thanks for listening; you've been a great audience. Good night!" And I walked back to my seat.
There were several instances when, since I am not a person who specializes in public speaking, I was so nervous that I had to remember to slow down my speech and not sound so much like a chipmunk on speed. I also had to keep my hands from fluttering around like hummingbirds, but those were things that I knew I had to do. Now, I've never had a speaking class before; I didn't take speech in high school but, I know, that there are things I find painful when I watch someone talking in public. So, therefore, I try to eliminate those items when I speak to people. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. But maybe there are many people who aren't quite as observant as I am when it comes to their perceived/despised/repeated actions?
Regardless, the point of this article today is just to point out the differences between being able to write and people who can speak. Sometimes those writers and speakers are the same; other times, they are individuals who can write but choose to speak only infrequently; and lastly, there may be the stuttering, painful speakers who are brilliant writers but can't make the connection of words that flow out of their fingertips to those that flow out of their mouths. However, while there are many fantastic speakers out there, they do not, all of them, know how to write. The awesome relationship between the two is, while there will always be speakers who can't write, there will always be writers who can't speak. I, personally, don't know what it's like to be one of those writers, but now I do realize they are out there, whereas I thought they were the stereotype that didn't actually exist. Guess some do exist.
B.C. Brown was born with six fingers on each hand endowing her with super powers, thus enabling her to fight crime. When a freak Cuisinart accident severed the additional digits and her powers, B.C. was forced to fall back on her secondary talent -writing. Now she lives between the pages of a book - whether she has written it or not. Since she has not found the surgeon to restore her fingers and powers, she has published three novels to date and contributed to one anthology. She enjoys writing mystery, paranormal romance, science fiction and fantasy but is always in the mood for a challenge to branch out. You can follow her crime fighting or writing at her blog www.bcbrownbooks.blogspot.com – Facebook.com/BCBrownWrites – Twitter @BCBrownBooks.
Abigail St. Michael, a former cop, has joined the recently growing ranks of metaphysicals, individuals with abilities outside that of normal human nature. When a murderer stalks her town killing children, Abbey uses her ability of touch clairvoyance to hunt him down. Her only roadblock is that her murderer seems to have his own unique talent, the ability to 'wipe' his victims and their surroundings of any metaphysical energy. With little physical evidence and no supernatural evidence, Abbey is forced to rely on instinct and luck to solve the case. However both Abbey's luck and instinct seem to have taken a permanent vacation as the victims keep piling up with the killer's escalating blood lust.