SHE WROTE: Apologies to Space Coast Writers
I just did something I've only done once before in my life: I blew a speech. Completely.
I didn't sleep last night, but then I gave an hour talk on revising, and I kept thinking, "I sound like I'm shrieking, am I shrieking?" and then we went into lunch and I could feel any brains I had seeping out my ears. I was sitting with lovely people and Bob, and I kept losing focus. Everybody sounded like they were underwater.
But that was okay because I always get a surge when I get up to speak, and I had all my notes, and it was a good speech, it said important things. But when I got up there, my notes didn't make sense. The words didn't make sense. I kept getting lost, and I knew there was important stuff in there, but it was like gibberish. Nightmare time.
People were very nice, but it was a truly terrible keynote. I think I went off the rails completely at the end.
So my apologies to the Space Coast Writers, who now think I'm a drug addict because the keynote was so bizarre.
And now I'm taking a nap so I don't start speaking in tongues at the booksigning. Bob can blog the rest of this conference. I've lost it completely.
Oh, and anybody who had window envy in Hilton Head, here's my window in Cocoa Beach:
I think Moot improves the view, but then I'm biased.
The clams would have improved it, too.