When You Need a Book Coach

I’m grateful to National Speakers Association-Michigan for allowing me to introduce my book coaching and editing services at the May membership meeting.

I talked about how I became a book coach, writing for self-discovery, and how I saw writing transform the lives of my students. For professional speakers, I said, having a book builds credibility and increases back-of-the-room sales.

Anyone can write a book if you’re passionate about your subject. So what are you waiting for?

If you’re interested in writing that book in you and would like my help, drop me a line. My email address is in the video. 


Charley Gets Married

Sit at Panera with Charley, disabled veteran of Vietnam era antiwar movement, prolific writer of freewrites and haikus. Describes himself as recognized expert on PTSD based on his experience battling it. Says he has traveled widely to address conferences; others have urged him to submit his lectures and opinions to Newsweek for publication. Right corner of his mouth rises slightly, see beginning of smile.

Tells me about his dream. He’s in Saigon trying to drive down a long road. Traffic is stopped, even on the dirt roads that run parallel to the main road. Armed guards are at every intersection. “I started talking with one guard. I remember him being child-like. The scene went hazy after that and I was uncomfortable that I had had that dream.”

On 100% disability. Knows any money he makes will reduce benefits. Wants my advice on how he might become a professional writer so he can raise the $10,000 he needs to bring recently married second wife, love at first sight, victim of sex abuse and PTSD, up from Louisiana.

Pretty certain likelihood is impossible for his immediate need. Suggest he call Newsweek and tell them what he’s got. They could take it as is or suggest a rewrite. Have to believe it can happen.

I ask, “Can’t you just drive her up in a car?”

He says, “She has a better mattress than I have. And her sculptures won’t fit in a car.” Drifts off momentarily. Returns discussing different subject.


Vibes at Panera

The back room is packed when I arrive at Panera. Pass young couple discussing immigration policies of national politicians, father feeding infant girl, mother restraining young boy. Woman with mole on her cheek sits by wall, recounting shopping adventure with hollow-eyed woman in shawl. Young couple holding hands, eating bagels, solemnly planning tasks of the day.

Spot lone empty seat. It’s mine!

When you sit long enough at one table, the table becomes marked as yours. Your spirit remains when your body leaves. Even first-timers leave it free. Vibe becomes your maître d’.

A Silent Moment at Panera

Young father cradling infant in left arm, holding bottle of milk in infant’s mouth with his right. Infant sucking vigorously on nipple while sleeping.

Infant looks up at father, eyes wide open. Father whispers gently to infant. Infant falls back asleep.

Father smiles as infant twists neck resolutely, mouth still shut tight, pulling at nipple, coaxing final drops. Father pulls nipple from infant’s mouth, rests bottle on table, strategically positions son over left shoulder, where dry diaper awaits its fate. Father gently pats infant’s back. Infant burps; diaper meets its fate.

Father wraps infant again in cradled arm until infant falls asleep. Father places infant in carrier, sends text.

A silent moment at Panera.

The Electrical Storm

Tables all taken when I arrive at Panera mid-morning, too early to be that full. Straighten up in restroom, visualize seat opening up when I’m done.

Favorite seat opening up as I enter dining area. Dump books, knapsack, and coat.

Long line to cash register, stretches to door. Note to woman in front, “Long line.”

Blames last night’s electrical storm. Says power company won’t even give estimate of when they might be able to give an estimate, so severe is the damage. Compares to historic event in 1998.

I ask how long it took to get those houses up, predict this time will be faster because technology is improved.

She agrees, asks how power affected my house. Admit I lost power for just long enough for clocks to all go out. Pretty lucky.

Fill iced tea cup, set up office, plug into Internet.

Oh no, power is out at Panera.

Good Banter at Panera

Standing behind young woman in beverage line, pouring ice chips, then iced tea into my cup as she squeezes four lemons into hers. When she sees me standing behind her, I anticipate, she’ll apologize for making me wait even though she was there first. I’ll tell her she beat me to it. That’s how strangers in line together banter at Panera.

Instead, she reaches for her lid. Then, as she slaps it securely over the mouth of her cup with her left hand, she hands me a second lid with her right. “Might as well get two as get one,” she says. Also good banter.

She hands me a second straw and moves on to find her seat.

Burnout Day; Make Friends over Drinks

Sunday 2/19/17

Burnout day today, chance to readjust to six-hour time change, early morning wake-ups in Madrid, then long drive to Marbesa, where we’re staying, to west of Malaga. Good day to check out the local TV stations.

But four controls? Why so many? Emily tackles the challenge of sorting out the TV controls from the video controls. Turns on the tube, fuzzy background, but can’t get a picture despite half hour effort.

My turn. First, you know we’re in trouble when technological challenge depends on me. I tackle puzzle of four controls. Get it to fuzzy picture, no further, after half hour.

Ask at front desk. Promise to send someone over in hour. Two hours later he comes. Looks behind the set. Vital cord unplugged. Takes two controls and says, “No estan necesario.” Uses other two to bring picture.

Watch a half hour of TV in German. Did we understand any of it? No, except that we knew it was the German version of American Idol and the one singer we saw got all no votes.

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Breakfast at the local restaurants ends at 11. Then the kitchen shuts down until 12:30. It ends at 3, then reopens for dinner at 7.

Before dinner we swim laps in the indoor pool with a guy from Poland. We arrive for dinner before kitchen is open but it’s happy hour so we order wine apiece. Emily goes to bar at five minutes to 7 to get us second glass apiece before happy hour ends. Strikes up conversation with couple living in Canary Islands: Elin, native of Finland, and Patricio, native of Chile. As we’re drinking at our table, Elin comes over and asks if they can join us because she could sense our good vibes. Bond over five wines and a glass of Baily’s. Going with them to Gibraltar and Ronda on Tuesday.

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Quick note about security. I don’t know if there was a terrorist attack in Malaga in the past decade but it takes us four keys to enter the apartment. One opens the gate to the section where a dozen apartments are situated. At our apartment, another opens a steel door that at home we would call a screen door but here has no screen. A third opens the inside door to the apartment. The fourth, along with one of the first three, opens a second door that we can enter without going through the gate. When the door closes, we’re locked in. We have to go through the process in reverse with the keys to get out.

We have one set of keys. If I leave the room without Emily, she has to either wait for me to return or leave on her own but not be able to lock from the outside.

Takes some getting used to as we synchronize our movements.