WHOOHOO!
Too early to post this in Beep Me, but I think I'll post it here and in Literary, just to let people know early:
I've just spoken to Delancey St. Foundation and there will be a READERVILLE WRITERS EVENING on Satuday, January 24th, 5pm. My friend was very excited and immediately started brainstorming the marketing/advertising of the event. It could be an enormous crowd!
These are the authors to date:
Danyel Smith, Kevin Brennan, Ellen Sussman, Sandra Gulland, Meg White, Anne Ursu, Susan Ito, Deborah Grabien, Russell Rowland, Marta Randall, Ayelet Waldman, Rosemary Graham, Michelle Richmond, Victoria Zackheim
I am soooooo pleased about this. I'll post as we get closer.
I don't think either one of my voices either singing or speaking would get tomatoes thrown at me.(Or roses, either.) But I carry a tune a little. My dad wanted to be a musician once.
Well, for a speaking voice, the controlling is much different.
My speaking voice sounds just about as I'd wish it. My singing voice doesn't obey simple commands like "up" or "down". I suspect this has something to do with me badly re-learning how to use my vocal chords after losing my voice for a couple weeks, since I had been in the choir, unappallingly, in grade school.
It's like watching people learn martial arts techniques. I'm thinking "well, roll over your hips" and, although rolling over your hips isn't precisely difficult, they can't integrate that into the rest of the motion. Whereas me, my problem is that I don't always remember to put all the pieces together. But I can.
ita, it's a damned good analogy.
there will be a READERVILLE WRITERS EVENING
Yay! Deb and Marta, plus others, on the same bill!
My speaking voice and singing voice are similar (and reasonably pleasing to the ear, if I do say so myself), but I can project effortlessly when speaking. When singing, I'm a bit on the soft side.
Deb, how did the reeducation go?
Hooray for Deb! And how did/didn't the reeducation go?
I can talk. Really. I just don't choose to. And I spent some years in the school chorus and some years taking piano lessons and plus spent my formative years in a Southern Baptist church so I actually sing much louder than I talk. (that can work against me in, say, a Catholic church where everybody's murmuring the melody rather than actually singing) I like to think I've got a gritty-contralto thing going but, well, that could all be in my head.
I am so tired. So very, very tired.
And BTW, readerville's Marta isn't my MIL; this is Marta Randall, who wrote "Islands", "Mapping Winter", former president of SFWA. But I am very much looking forward to it, as much as I can look forward to anything tonight. It's been a long day, and not only the reeducation aprt.
I have no voice, as in, my voice is a croak right now. I talked at them and talked at them and then I talked some more, and I started at 1 and ended at 6:45. They are very sweet people, they listened to me, they took copious notes. I have no idea if it worked.
They seem to think the bulk of the weekend and 5.5 hours today was worth rather more than $100. They'll send a cheque and we'll see.
I'd like a week of sleep, and I am not going to get it. Am I?
