All posts tagged author

Audible circular mind threads

Published November 2, 2012 by Sandee

I’ve had an author page for a couple of weeks.  I thought somehow that intergalactic cosmic waves would transmit my desire for you to ‘like’ it which rendered me mute on the subject.  Why should I ask anything if it’s already being transmitted cosmically?

But I had forgotten.  This is only my ideal that hasn’t happened yet.  I would especially dig this mode of communication so that we don’t have to talk.  Speaking is often useless, thanks to double talk,  diarrhea of the mouth, audible circular mind threads (These drive me NUTS!), and repetitive verbal dronings.

Here’s my author page:  My Author Page

Would you do me a solid and ‘like’ it?

Hey look!  What page do you have?  Schlep it to my comments section and I’ll ‘like’ it — honest Abe!

So go on out there and enjoy your day.  Enjoy the day as no other because it’s all you have!  Today is a day that you should take the time to enjoy!   Live one day at a time because you don’t know if you’ll get another day.  Okay?  Have a great day!

David Byrne: “You start a conversation you can’t even finish.  You’re talking a lot, but you’re not saying anything.  When I have nothing to say, my lips are sealed.  Say something once why say it again?…We are vain and we are blind.  I hate people when they’re not polite.”  My rendition of David Byrne Psycho killer, blah blah blah…

Why do a public reading if you hate reading out loud?

Published October 30, 2012 by Sandee

I hate reading out loud.  I feel like I’m publicly luxuriating in my ability to enunciate fluent English, or showcasing the melodic quality of my voice.  Reading to a roomful of people makes me anxious.  I buy my 1 and 4 year old nephews books when I visit, which means I must read to them, but I don’t really like it.  It makes my mouth tired and I hate when I start to sound nasally.  Generally when reading out loud, I feel my persona or whatever vibe I may have at the moment intruding on the text.  Reading out loud also makes me feel like I’m showing off how well I can read out loud.

At my author reading on Saturday for my book Mean-Spirited Tales, the words rolled right off, of course, because I know these stories blind.  I think I did a fair job of being animated when necessary.  It felt like a performance.  A lot of people came and there was some interaction.  My one good friend was the ring-leader with her laughter and applause.  My sister came from Massachusetts — how blessed I am.  Fellow blogger Margarita from Serenity in the City came with her husband — what a pleasure it was to meet her!  “We actually exist,” I told her.  She’s a very attractive woman with a great vibe.  I talked to her for a while.

I was overwhelmed in a good way at all of the support that I got.  When I got up to read there was screaming and loud applause.  The laughter was fun.  I often laugh while writing some of my shit, hoping that others will laugh when they read it, but I was surprised even at some of the places where people laughed.  I stopped at one point to ask the audience, “That was funny? Okay,” and I laughed along with them.

People called the next day and said they had a good time.  Whew!  To me it was rather exhausting.  Ms. Waiting from The Waiting described doing readings as nerve-wracking — that’s exactly it.  I don’t know if I want to do another one.  If I do have another reading, maybe I’ll ask someone else to read.

And thanks so much to all of the bloggers who wished me well a couple of days ago.  I took all of the well-wishes with me.