I'm posting for 60 days straight, leading up to my early December birthday, and I'm making the time to write on behalf of slain UCC Professor and aspiring novelist, Larry Levine.
I've had the fortune of reading and listening to more literature - poems, essays, snippets of fiction, snatches of nonfiction - over the past three days at Writing By Writers than in the months prior. Because faculty shares their work aloud and workshop participants read work in progress, either for input, for praise, or to impress. And I've found that sadly, I'm a sucker for the delivery. I'd much rather hear an average story read powerfully than an excellent story read poorly.
And given the breadth and depth at the workshop, we've had the full range. I can only suggest to my fellow writers, pulling from my years of theatrical training, that delivery absolutely, 100% matters. And if you're not a confident public speaker or public reader, you'll need to become one. Because that's one of the many necessities of being a writer.
Not only do we have to slave over our writing, draft after draft, revision after revision, we then need to promote. Market. Sell the damn thing. And in addition to social media, the other primary promotional tool in our arsenal is 'the reading'. Aloud. In front of strangers.
Years ago I enhanced my Public Speaking through a local Toasmasters club. It may not be for you ... but it can be a damn good place to start.