(NOTE: My webmaster is hard at work (right, Pete?!) trying to convince my blog to migrate over to this website. So far, like many of us winter sleepers, “Where in the World are the Kittels” is perfectly content to sit on the couch and watch tv from the comfort of it’s existing blogspot space. Maybe it will venture out when the weather warms up. In the meantime, I did manage to convince this latest blog post to come on over for a visit, complete with this makeshift photo of a great photo from Jamaica of I-Rock and I way back when we were both young and idealistic. Enjoy!)

. . . I just don’t want to.”

This morning I’m reminded of this, my favorite quotation from the movie, Volunteers, about the Peace Corps. The film came out when I was an idealistic young volunteer-in-training a few decades ago and we all went as a group to see it in Miami before heading off to the jungles of, well, Jamaica. I was a tiny bit offended by it (as was the Peace Corps itself, according to Wikipedia) and I may have even left the theater early but I did laugh when Tom Hanks delivered that line. (Daily Trivia: this is the film where Tom met Rita, still his wife; also when I met Andy, still my husband!) Gene Siskel stated that the film had “two lame performances by its leading actors, the vastly overrated Tom Hanks…and the consistently disappointing John Candy.” Just saw that “overrated” guy at the Golden Globes and I wonder if Gene ever regretted saying that.

And so this was brought to mind when my fellow She Writes Spring author and Goodreads pal, Rossandra White, wrote on her blog, “So here I am now trying to negotiate the rocky shoals of publicizing the book, like interviews, public readings, etc. My brain keels over every time I think about it, and I break out into a cold sweat.” Yes Rossandra, I, too, am feeling nervous about my impending public speaking engagements (which are literally months away) for my debut book, Breathe, and find it all a tiny bit ironic.

 For some time now I’ve been trying to wrap my own brain around my impending public speaking as well, wishing I’d joined Toastmasters so many years ago as I’d planned. (Be brave; do hard things!) Instead, I switched colleges to avoid taking public speaking, which was probably misguided. And I’ve been trying to think of a good analogy, like, hey, you’re a WRITER and you’re publishing your book. That’s great! NOW, even though you’ve worked for seven years in total seclusion, could you get your chair-shaped ass out of that chair, yes, stand right up, and TALK to people about it? Is that like so, you host a great TALK show or you’re a fabulous STAND-UP COMEDIAN, now could you go home and sit by yourself for a few years (or more) and WRITE about it? Or, you PAINTED a masterpiece, now get right on out there and DANCE about it? Anyone have another?

 Where’s Dale Carnegie when I need him? I don’t even like to talk on the telephone. If I did, I wouldn’t be sitting by myself in my Grinch pajamas typing away, I’d be living in Mumbai as a “Customer Service” Rep for Spirit Airlines (don’t even get me started on that topic) or I’d be a Saleswoman, or maybe even Speaker of the House!

 It’s not that I can’t speak in public, I just don’t want to. But, like Tom Hanks, I’ll push up my sleeves when the time comes and get ‘er done.

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