So...my book layout arrived, and I look it over to figure out the work I have ahead. It looks fabulous already even though it's filled with little x's which will soon be replaced by clear and concise instruction...by me. Clear and concise. Very professional. Very practical and straight down the middle. No worries there then. After all, I'll be writing about the thing I know the most about, the thing I created and have chosen to share my knowledge and skill so that the world and their dog can go forth and create the same and hopefully gain a sense of achievement....and pride! This shouldn't take long then should it? Just sit in front of the computer and type, type, (slurp coffee and eat chocolate) and type until the deed is done and I can sit back and relax. But no....there is one more page in the book to take care of, and that very page is the one which has had me awake since 3 am this morning and the reason why I sit here now after 4 am drinking coffee and pondering what to do. What is this dilemma I hear you ask? Tis this I reply...one page in this book is about ME. Why is this such a difficult and awkward task? I am not short of words when it comes to any other subject, whether I'm an expert in the field (rarely!) or not, and I am prone to sharing my opinion regardless. Writing about myself reminds me of those office meetings, when everyone sits around the table smiling innately at one another. The 'speaker' arrives and introduces themselves then suggests we all do the same...starting with the 6th person to your left. You have 6 time delays to think up something clever to announce to the group. By the time your turn comes, you've used your last paper hanky wiping your clammy palms. Your tongue latches on to the roof of your mouth in protest and you temporarily forget your own name. I inadvertently ended up at a Marketing Meeting...it wasn't the job I had applied for and had specifically mentioned that Marketing was not for me before being sent but this seemed to fall upon deaf ears. After the initial introductory embarrassment, the group was split into little groups and tasks were set. Nothing that required a Mensa qualification to achieve. In fact, if you could pin the tail on a donkey or pat your head and rub your belly at the same time (although personally I've always thought this takes great skill) then you were pretty much a winner. It's those on the spot (dreaded) moments that I avoid like the plague and is something that I would never do to my students who take my classes. I have no trouble at all being the 'speaker'....the one who is there to share and teach. In fact, shutting me up could be a problem. Just don't hand me a microphone at a party and expect me to burst into karaoke. What you might expect instead is a visit to A & E to have it surgically removed.
At least this one page of my book is not a spontaneous thing...it's not something I didn't know from the start that I would need to do. I still have some weeks (days!!) to think about it and hopefully I will simply wake up one morning and be inspired to write about me and whatever it is about myself that I hope to inspire you with...without the use of 'floral' literature (F for short!).