What Are You Uber-Hungry For?

First, my reaction to Idol last night: Dammit. I knew it would happen. Split votes for the girls and the boy slips through. But I did like Blake over Jordan. Why? Well, even though Jordan can sing better, I never did enjoy her song choices. Nice old songs, but on a CD? Yawn. When she tried to rock out, she sounded very forced. Blake can have a CD out, just like that, no prob. Melinda is the ultimate performer and can sing almost anything, so she should have been in the final.

Ah well. My favorite never makes it. So prediction: Jordan will be American Idol.

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Whew. I've caught up with most e-mails and have replied to the comments on this blog from the last few days. Yikes. I can't believe how exhausted I am! And I still have tons of chores to do, among which is finishing a book, ahem***. Real life, eh?

Someone emailed me asking me to post my speech here, but it's awfully long--half an hour's worth--and too personal, really, like tooting my own horn. Also, I might be able to reuse sections of it in my future career as closing speaker! LOL. Actually, I was advised that speakers do this all the time, so when I get invited for another speech, I'd be so ready this time.

Wow. Me, motivating people to write. How ironic...when, as you know, I'm the world's best (or worst?) procrastinator. But I do think writing that speech did help put things in perspective for me. What makes me write? Why do I enjoy it? And when I pinpointed that everything comes from a certain desperation in my life, I had to sit back and explain to myself and everyone what I meant. So I brought back a few memories about my childhood and my earlier years learning about writing and hanging on to a dream. About real desperation and real hunger. A surprise to me, everything tied together.

Which brought me to my second point: timing and serendipity. When event A was happening, it was years afterwards that I connected it to event B. And then event C. I mean, what has a childhood civil war memory has to do with being lost in the writing world, or being desperate and ending up as a roofer? But somehow, my writing the speech led to some sort of self-discovery, that yes, indeedy, my life has a roadmap to it! I even tied it up nicely with my name, Gennita. As some of you know, from earlier posts on this blog, the buying editor of Into Danger, my first book, turned out to have the SAME name as mine! We both didn't know this initially because I was Jenn and she was Gena to everyone. But it blew both our minds when we discovered this while we were discussing about using another name/pseudonym for my writing career. Timing and serendipity right there, huh?

So those were the themes in my speech in a nutshell. And I ended it by challenging the writers in the audience to pinpoint their "hungry friend."

OMG. ***smackingforehead*** I just realized where my use of "hungry ghosts" and "feeding them" in FACING FEAR came from!

You see? Writing is a constant state of self-discovery. What are you "hungry" for? And how do you "feed" it?

Too damn deep a topic? Oh, all right. I can be shallow too:



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