Raise your hand, who likes public speaking?

I’ve been invited to give the keynote address to a cold case investigation organization next month. I’m honored, and I’m terrified. But I can’t put it off any longer, I must put together a speech. Actually, I can’t even really do that. After giving a ton, I realized that I suck at giving speeches, and I do better if I improvise. So, what I do is make a list that looks like this:

Tell this story.
Talk about this concept.
Tell this story.
And this story.
Tell this joke.

It’s nerve wracking to get up in front of a bunch of people with just that, but if I go with a speech I will get tongue-tied, talk like a robot, lose my place, try to make jokes about losing my place, possibly cry. It’s the only way.

This is me giving a speech at my last book party.

Missing Photo! A photograph was here! Don’t know where it went!


Backed up computers.
Added weekly post on Restless blog early.
Second to last doctor appointment done.
The 24/7 feeds for Big Brother are on, free Oil of Olay samples in the mail, remembered that Balducci;s exists.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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