My friend Becky was over this afternoon with her son. We talked about books and browsed through my library; we talked about kids and watched the Grace and Brodie stand-off, each of them as stubborn as the other. (They're not getting along, said Anna the peacemaker with a solemn shake of her head.) And Becky asked me about my writing, specifically about the first draft of the novel she knows I just completed.
What's it about? she asked.
Three dreaded words.
Because I know what it's about, of course I do. But when someone asks me, I either clam up, or break into a volley of incoherant explanation.
I'm a good speaker. I've won awards for speaking and presenting. But when it comes to off-the-cuff speaking, there's no getting around this simple fact: I Suck.
My goal for April is to take every single one of my draft novels or works-in-progress and memorize a clear and succinct description that answers the question,What's it about?
The next time someone asks, I'll be ready.