My Embarrassing Lesson

Awhile ago, I blogged at the WordServe Water Cooler about an audio span recording I did with my publisher.

It was my very first experience doing an author interview.

The interviewer asked me five questions over the phone, all pertaining to my book. He did this with several other Waterbrook Multnomah authors. The interviews were put together on a CD that will go to the sales reps, who will use them to help sell the books to retailers.

Anyway, after the interview, I felt pretty confident in my answers. I thought things had gone well.

Until I got the CD and listened to myself speak.

My confidence? Yeah….it melted into mortification. My cheeks flamed with heat as I listened to myself insert “um” after “um” between my words.

It was horrible, you guys. I’m not kidding. Um became my own personal overused comma. Anytime there should have been a pause, I inserted an “um” instead. My answers were decent, but they were almost impossible to listen to in light of all the distracting um’s.

I sat there thinking, “When in the world did I say all those?”

Then I remembered my first ever vlog recording.

When I watched that vlog, I knew right away I couldn’t publish it. To my complete surprise, I said um. A lot. So I re-recorded it, making a determined effort to avoid that particular syllable. And I barely said um at all. Only by then, I’d already done the audio span thing and it never dawned on me that I might have said um a bunch during that too.

Until I got the CD.

So there I was, listening to the interview, 100% embarrassed. It only got worse when I listened to Liz Curtis Higgs. Her interview was amazing. She was well spoken and completely charming. And in the midst of blushing my brains out, my husband said something.

“Kate,” he said, “Liz Curtis Higgs is a pretty established author, right?”

I hid my face behind my hands and nodded.

“She’s probably done interviews and stuff like this before, don’t you think?”

“Yes.”

“I’m willing to bet she’s learned some things over the years.”

I peeked at him between my fingers.

“You should cut yourself some slack. This was your first interview. Next time you do one, you’ll know better.”

My hubby. So logical.

But he’s right, you know? I do know better. In fact, I’m completely aware of every um that comes out of my mouth now. And awareness is the first step to kicking a habit.

So why am I telling you all this?

Mainly as a cautionary tale.

When you listen to your first author interview, I don’t want you to feel like crawling in a hole because of how many times you said “like” or “you know” or “um”.

So here is my tip to you:

Record yourself.

Sure, I practiced. But I never actually listened to myself talk. I had no idea, while I was practicing, that I was inserting a whole bunch of um’s into my answers.

You won’t know your speaking ticks until you hear yourself. And there’s no way to fix those buggers until you’re aware of them.

Let’s Talk: Please tell me I’m not alone here. Have you ever had an experience like this? How do you prepare for speaking engagements or interviews? How do you keep yourself from saying “um”?removetweetmeme

Vlogging: Round Three

The fun continues! Or at least I hope you’re having fun with me. This question is from Esther and includes a sneak peek into a scene from my upcoming novel, Wishing on Willows (releasing April, 2013).

So you see, my love-affair with romance started at a young age.

If you have any questions you’d like me to answer via vlog, please either write them in the comments section or shoot me an email. And if you’d like to see previous vlogs, you can subscribe to my youtube channel.

Let’s Talk: What genre do you read or write? What is it about this genre that draws you in?removetweetmeme

God’s Silence

Do you ever feel like God is silent?

Are you convinced the silence means He’s not listening, or He doesn’t care, or maybe He’s not even there?

Perhaps you’ve prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed about this one person, or this one thing, or this one situation. You’re desperate for relief or confirmation or acknowledgement or peace. Your knees are sore from all the praying, from all the waiting. And yet….

God is silent.

I recently heard an incredibly powerful sermon by Dan Buraga, the young adult pastor at my church.

He preached from the story of Esther.

He talked about how Esther, a Jewish queen, delivered God’s people from death.

Then he made the connection to Jesus – our ultimate deliverer.

He made the connection to the most crucial moment in history, when God’s beloved son hung on that cross and cried out to His father from the depths of his soul, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

And the Father, who had perfect communion with the Son, did not answer. He did not reach out and save His boy.

God was silent.

And in that silence, He offered deliverance to us all.

This is the same God whose name can be found in one form or another in every single book in the Bible.

Every single book except one.

The book of Esther.

A story of deliverance.

And God is not mentioned once. He is completely and utterly silent. Just as He was completely and utterly silent that day on the cross.

Yet His presence shouts.

From the pages of Esther, where a Jewish queen saves her people. From Golgotha, where Jesus was crucified. From the temple, where the curtain was torn. From the earth that shook. And the sky that darkened.

His presence shouts.

And we’re reminded that God’s silence does not mean His absence.

Let’s Talk: How do you handle God’s silence?

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