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The Joys and Trials of Public Speaking

30/4/2017

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My public speaking journey really began back in 2008 when I gave a talk at the Motueka Community Centre. This first public talk was organised by Anne, a secretary at the nearby Parklands School who heard me speak, show some Alaskan artefacts to one of the classes, and watched the enthralled reaction. "Would you be  happy to share your stories to a local community group, Emma?" she asked. Since that initial meeting I have been invited to speak to many groups, probably well over sixty by now, all subsequent invitations spawned from members of my audiences, and through word of mouth. 
 
I had actually planned on writing an Alaskan memoir before this public speaking circuit began. It was why I wrote regular newsletters home in my early years of living in bush Alaska; knowing the newsletters would remind me of details of the adventures I was having. These early presentations confirmed that desire. My audiences told me, “Write your stories down Emma, we’d love to read  them!”

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Over the years I have honed this public speaking to what I think is quite a fine art.  I have my special book boxes, display boards, maps, photos and artefacts, reader copies and anecdotes all prepared.  Sometimes afterwards, I even make notes about what topics I have covered, in case I am asked back for another  talk. This allows me to refresh my memory beforehand and not repeat myself. I always tell the organisers of my talks that I do not charge but ask for two things instead; one is an opportunity to sell my books, the second a petrol voucher to help with travel costs.
 This past week I spoke to a Probus group in Christchurch. The turnout to this week’s talk was about 100 members and in the excited rush to buy a copy after I finished speaking, one poor buyer ended up with my personal copy of Dancing on the Tundra that I had left lying on the sales table. This ‘author’s copy’ was filled with hand written notes and coloured post-its for selected readings!

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The whole situation was caused by under-supply. There were not enough books out on display. Having had so many public speaking experiences by now, I was cross that I had arrived under-prepared. I usually carry extra stock with me in my car. Kotz and I had driven to Christchurch from Nelson via Hanmer Springs where I inadvertently left the extra box of books in our motel room.  After the talk, Kotz was fielding as many questions as I was and we were both unable to carefully monitor the book sales.
 
I contacted the club to let them know, as well as to offer a sparkling new copy of the book to swap for the less than pristine copy in some poor buyer’s hands. I await contact with bated breath...
The journey of a self-published author is one of continuous learning and improvement but you know, I wouldn't have it any other way.

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So what's next?

22/4/2017

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I have spent the last week in Auckland, doing interviews for radio and TV, catching up with my editor Jo, all the while fielding the most common question, “So what’s next?”
 
It is not that I haven’t contemplated that question; indeed it has been humming under the daily demands of promoting Dancing on The Tundra. However this current trip - I am writing this at Wellington airport en route from Auckland home to Nelson - has given me time and distance for clearer focus and so, ta dah de dah, I have finally decided what’s next!

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You see the beginning of this serious writing to publication journey that now seems ages ago, was my desire to finally publish the book of memoirs about my childhood growing up in New Zealand that started as an oral tradition while I lived in Australia. I first began to share these stories with my class at an alternative school in Sydney. I told them tales that magically kept those bright and precocious children quiet and enthralled. This allowed me to hone my storytelling skills into a powerful teaching tool that I successfully used as a reward when my class's behaviour warranted an unexpected break from the usual timetable.
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These stories always managed to bring the 8-13 year-olds to a total hush, while I teased out the climax, sometimes not finishing the story till the following day. “To be continued, ” I would tell them.
I imagined their interest was spawned in hearing stories about their teacher’s childhood growing up in Whanganui; some of the painful, funny and naughty things she did (too)?  I have since shared those stories with Aboriginal, Eskimo and Kiwi children, and their universal appeal has remained as strong as ever.
 
One of my pupils from my alternative school days recently wrote, “Your stories were always engrossing Emma, they contained a simple but profound message. I loved them!”
​So now gentle reader, you can say, “I know what Emma is publishing next!”
https://www.facebook.com/thecafenz/   ( Go to the page scroll down and click on videos and voilà!)
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The Upside of Being an Author

15/4/2017

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One of the highlights of this past week was entertaining an Alaskan husband and wife who have both been bush pilots. We met this couple via the NZ Society of Authors, when I gave a talk about my Alaskan memoirs.  Both Gary and I were greatly entertained over lunch at our place, at their stories of flying in white-out conditions, their hunting and fishing escapades involving the Alaskan favourite characters: salmon, caribou, moose and bears, and their ‘near miss’ or ‘lucky me’ stories.

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But the downside of all of this reminiscing is that it sets the mind back to Alaska, that great white place of adventure in the Far North, and unsettles the equilibrium of ‘just being at home’. Any quiet enjoyment of the mundane is thrown askew; hedge trimming, rose pruning or a gentle wander along the country road don’t really seem to cut it when images of rearing grizzlies and murky flying conditions are only a recent memory away.
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This weekend I am preparing to fly to Auckland to record another radio interview and head into the TVNZ studios to talk about my writing on TV3’s breakfast programme, The Café.
 
That more exciting prospect is now looming in my mind, cleverly subverting the ordinary while I attempt to select appropriate attire to wear, wonder about the effects of Cyclone Cook on my travel plans, and enjoy the luxury of the more hectic and exhilarating schedule of a self-published author.
I guess this writing business does have its upsides…

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Radio Live Interview

8/4/2017

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​Last week I learned that my mid week prerecorded Radio Live interview, would go to air at 12:50 on Sunday. Instead of excitement, this news filled me with dread; I had spent days post-interview berating myself for a variety of errors and blunders I knew I had made. These included talking over Ryan my interviewer, correcting mistakes he made during the recording, but worst of all ‘gabbling’- my mother’s term to describe the speed of my talking, especially when I am nervous.  I convinced myself there was no way I was ever going to comfortably sit listening to this recording, especially knowing friends would listen to it.
 
My husband, Kotz, however, had other ideas.  “Oh honey, I’m sure it will be great!”  “I think you are exaggerating the problems!” and so on. He was up in the Kahurangi National Park with our Pilot Station visitors while I recorded that interview, so how did he know? 
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​Sunday dawned and Kotz  unplugged his precious multi band radio from his workshop, carried it up onto our covered deck and set it up in a grandstand position on the centre table, carefully placing a semi circle of chairs to face it. The setup reminded me of my childhood days, waiting by the large radio set with my sister for our favourite program 
Life with Dexter to begin. ​

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​Kotz then made drinks and called all to the deck to await the promised hour.  Everyone seemed to forget any interesting alternate activities for a beautiful sunny Nelson day, at least until the darned thing was over. Kotz checked and double-checked the radio frequency that I had dutifully copied down, then as our little group sat there, I held my breath awaiting my public humiliation.

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But 12:50 came, then 12:50 went and still the announcer gave no indication of any forthcoming author interview.  My relief at this unexpected development   inspired some of my excuses: “Oh, it must’ve needed too much editing,”  “They probably decided I was gabbling too much!” 
I leapt from my seat leaving the others sitting there still staring at the radio, in the hopes of managing to conjure the elusive interview from the machine.  I tried hard to match their consternation but was actually jumping for internal joy. 

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​It was not until I checked my inbox about 30 minutes later, that I discovered it was filled with messages like “Congratulations, great interview!”  “Loved it!’  “Brilliant!” and so on.
It appeared that the interview had been aired at the correct time, and that my fears of ruining it were unfounded.
 
There are further interviews scheduled, and my husband has decided to search these out himself,  believing I deliberately misled him with the frequency of the radio program.  I can honestly tell you gentle readers, I definitely did not.
 
Link to the RadioLive interview:

http://www.radiolive.co.nz/Emma-Stevens-on-finding-love-in-the-Alaskan-wilderness/tabid/506/articleID/138888/Default.aspx
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Bush Alaskan visitors

1/4/2017

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Living for years in remote ‘bush’ Alaska leaves an indelible imprint on the mind. Sometime during the week either one of us is bound to set off reminiscing about the far worse/ better bush Alaskan experience that relates to our current daily life predicament. 
These memories emerge at unexpected times e.g. during a particularly large grocery shop, “Yeah it is a lot of stuff, babe, but lucky it’s not the annual grocery expedition in Anchorage,” or after suffering through a particularly humid day one may remark, “Oh for the cold chill of an Alaskan fall day.”
Even a domestic flight disruption does not seem half as bad when one of you can drum up the memory, “Better than being stuck in Bethel airport waiting for a seven-hour delayed flight and discovering the toilets are all bolted shut with ‘Not Working’ ‘Overflow’ signs plastered on the grimy doors!”

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No doubt then, you could imagine us this week when two special friends flew in to stay here in Nelson NZ with us. These friends hail from our Pilot Station on the Yukon River, ‘Walking on Ice’ days!  Their visit is creating a succulent remembering fest that can last for hours.
It seems one person’s memory can jog another’s.
 “Remember when Jim hid in the cupboard and caught the pantry robber at the school?” General raucous laughter, then someone pipes up.
"Yeah and didn't that robber actually have a set of keys?" 
"Jim still laughs about that.. he reckoned he squatted in there for hours while he was waiting. He reckons he passed the time reading a book by torch light behind the flour bin!" 
Someone breaks into the laughter with yet another story.
 “How about that silly new teacher who never listened and built a lean to on the back side of the house. Even when we told her it would never work, she insisted and guess what?” We all await the denouement, smiles at the ready to hear of the folly of a cheechako teacher.  “You can guess! First snow, the door froze solid.  Couldn’t open it!  Couldn’t get in there… and her snow machine was in there!” Hoots of laughter and table thumping while we all enjoy the folly of the new comer, remembering when we had been one ourselves. “You know we had to get picks out to open that door! " LOL

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Any of our neighbours who should venture outside during one of these post meal ‘remember when’ sessions over the coming week, may well hear the shouts of laughter and lively banter of four friends reminiscing about a Bush Alaskan experience few are privy to.
 

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