{"id":1242,"date":"2019-02-25T20:01:41","date_gmt":"2019-02-26T04:01:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/torturedpotato.com\/the_comeback\/?p=1242"},"modified":"2019-02-25T20:01:41","modified_gmt":"2019-02-26T04:01:41","slug":"risky-business","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/torturedpotato.com\/the_comeback\/?p=1242","title":{"rendered":"Risky Business"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This morning I heard a news? story on the radio about dog owners not picking up their dogs&#8217; excrement. The reporter described the scene: &#8220;a shameless pooch pooping&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The word shameless didn&#8217;t work for me in that sentence. It was a judgment. Why should a pooping dog feel shame, and why would we judge it for NOT feeling shame? How could we ascertain whether or not it felt shame? I grew quite indignant on behalf of pooping dogs everywhere.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Then I rolled shameless around in my head for a while. Shameless. &nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>See, now, I (Very Sensibly) associate the word shameless with &#8220;self-promotion.&#8221; As in, &#8220;drawing attention to myself for a creative act is [can you see the invisible &#8216;just&#8217; here?] shameless self-promotion.&#8221; It begs the question: is there any other kind of self-promotion? For me, there is not. All self-promotion induces shame. So I wait quietly, shamefully, I guess, for people to notice the things I&#8217;m doing.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>It can take a long time. It&#8217;s a big world. Mine is a fucked up approach to things. This hiccup in my personality affects my goal to sell the stuff I write and hope to publish. THE SHAME TOUR.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>However, I think I have a work-around.<\/p>\n<p>When I returned to work full time in 2015, I was not doing it for keeps. My previous turns in the government, in different departments than I&#8217;m in now, had not compelled me to be a lifer. I would have quit except that my contract stated I had to return to work for a period of time equivalent to the time I had taken for paid parental leave, or pay my employer back with cash. After two kids and my nine months at the hell job of 2013\/2014, I still owed either six months of work or $8,000. Having not worked for five years, I did not have $8,000 kicking around.<\/p>\n<p>I told myself I would only work long enough to pay off my debt. Then, if there was time left over in my contract, I would save money for writing expenses. Courses, or a retreat, submission fees, a notebook lined with gold flakes. Whatever. Then I could quit, if I wanted.<\/p>\n<p>I was hired on a nine month contract and assigned to a team that was responsible for administering knowledge tests to applicants for Canadian citizenship. Part of that job is doing a ten minute presentation to the people waiting to write the test. You use a microphone and Powerpoint and you stand in front of 60 &#8211; 100 people and talk to them while they stare at you. Some of them don&#8217;t really see you because tests make people nervous. Some of them glance frequently at their phones. But at least 75% of a room gives you their full attention when you are the government and you are speaking into a microphone.<\/p>\n<p>I was not a natural public speaker. I am traditionally great in small groups, even better one-on-one, and quite nervous in front of crowds. The whole microphone\/room full of strangers thing made me VERY nervous. My teammates were kind enough to let me watch for a couple of weeks and then it was my turn. As one of them pointed out, most people have NOT heard the pre-citizenship test speech before, so they have nothing to compare it to. This is their only experience with someone delivering this information. My hand shook when I took the mic and I probably flubbed a few lines, but who could tell, and behold: I was public-speaking. I did it again and again, four times a week for a year.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>By 2016 I&#8217;d saved enough money to pay tuition for the Writers Studio at SFU. The program finished in the fall with a public reading at the Surrey International Writers Festival. I walked up to the podium, bent my head to the mic, nervous as a baby rat, and read my own work without a single quaver in my voice or cheek-flush. I credit my paid work with allowing me to practice my public speaking on a low-stakes stage.<\/p>\n<p>I can use the tools available to to me to cure me of my aversions!<\/p>\n<p>The point of this post is that when I&#8217;m done writing it, I&#8217;m going to link to it.<\/p>\n<p>Be uncomfortable.<\/p>\n<p>Do it again.<\/p>\n<p>(I mean, not right away, and not this same post. That would be &#8230; silly.)<\/p>\n<p>This is pretty low stakes, sort of like public speaking in front of nervous people who will not remember a word you say. Words come and go. It&#8217;s all practice.&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This morning I heard a news? story on the radio about dog owners not picking up their dogs&#8217; excrement. The reporter described the scene: &#8220;a shameless pooch pooping&#8230;&#8221; The word shameless didn&#8217;t work for me in that sentence. It was a judgment. 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