March 4th, 2009

middle of the night mind boggle

Last night was one of those nights.  My four year old woke up with a fever.  After a teaspoon of Motrin the fever dissapated, but the hyper I feel better!  situation occured.  So there I was, up reading Mo Willem's Don't let the Pigeon drive the Bus! for the hundreth time.  When I finally convinced him we should turn the light out and just try and rest my mind started scrambling as it often does when I'm awake in the middle of the night.

March, it's March - I kept thinking - wasn't there something about March I'm supposed to remember??  So after he fell asleep I went downstairs to flip the calendar over to the new month and sure enough, there it was.  Oh boy.  Why?  Why do I committ to things I have no business committing to?  Some months back a friend of mine who teaches Creative Writing and so graciously critiqued my first manuscript before I sent it out, asked me if I could help her with a writers conference she was putting together.  Sure! I said. No problem.  What did she need me to do.  Give a lecture.  Shoot.

Now I really don't have much of a problem with public speaking.  When I was involved politically in the state association for optometry I had to routinely speak in front of two hundred doctors.  But to talk about writing? That's totally different because half the time I really feel like I don't know what I'm doing.    I think I'll begin the lecture with a quote from the fabulous best selling author, Ann Brashares:  Writing a novel is like falling in love - no one ever knows what they're doing.  Well said, Anne.