Judy Lee Dunn | Writer | Blogger
Judy Dunn- for bloggers who write and writers who blog
Some of us watched the inflated, over-the-top, “I’m good.” “No, you’re good” Oscars this spring. I did not. Since my daughter was in the biz, the glamour is gone.
I do remember, however, seeing the blow-by-blow on the front page of cnn.com. And watching the trailers on the Web, I couldn’t help but think.
Those folks in Hollywood know how to do some things well, like sell their product in one line. They know how to entice us in 25 words or less.
I confess. I’m a bit of a recluse. A hopeless blogger geek who spends most of her day clicking away at the keyboard, oblivious to the world. I don’t mind being alone. So it makes perfect sense that I live on an island.
I’m pretty sure I’ll never be a world-class speaker. Speech class in high school was for me the equivalent of Chinese water torture.
The fear started building one day in 5th grade when I gave my lame, over-rehearsed “How I Spent My Summer Vacation” talk to a group of rowdy, pre-hormonal 10-year-olds, including Stewart Granger, who sat in the front row and pretended to pick his nose every time I looked his way.
I had no sooner opened my mouth that day when my fidgeting fingers managed to send the erasers on the chalkboard ledge flying amid great white poofs of dust. I choked on my words—literally—and the classroom exploded, kids falling off their chairs, all of them laughing at me.
I was washed up, my speaking career irretrievably broken. And all at the age of 10.
