Last Friday morning I delivered the first of my scheduled library author talks.
This is the point at which you’re supposed to cry “Oh! – now I get that silly title!” …
You don’t, eh? – you have no idea what I’m talking about …? Sighh … OK, we’ll leave that and move on.
In truth, I was a bit nervous about this first one, and I can readily explain it by saying that no-one had told me any of the following:
- what the library users would be expecting from me
- what the people running the library ditto
- whether or not there is some accepted protocol for these events
and that trio of unknowns was quite enough to bring on a mild sweat. If you’re wondering “Why on earth wouldn’t she ASK someone?”, the answer is pride. Vanity. Whatever. I couldn’t bring myself to go cap in hand and let anyone know how totally ignorant I was of all this kind of thing. I decided I would wing it, and wing it I did.
It was … coo-wul. That’s the briefest thing I can think of. 🙂
I took some dot-point notes and my oven timer (!) because I reckoned no-one would think to provide me with the wherewithal to keep track of the time I was taking – and how right I was! … there wasn’t even a clock on the wall! – and prepared to … well, talk.
I talked. And talked. Some of the ladies were really quite old – I mean, much older than I! – and once or twice I saw their eyelids begin to droop; so I ratcheted up and spoke directly to them for a bit, and they didn’t drop off after all!
And at the end I asked them if there was anything unsaid they’d come wanting to hear, and they shook their heads and chorused “No!” and declared it really interesting! As even the really oldies were standing without looking as if they’d just woken up, I reckoned all was well. I can now proceed in the knowledge that I have at least some idea of what I’m doing.
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