Monday, April 14, 2008

I Don't Talk Too Much, Do I?

My on-line chat with the kiddies in Maine went very well today, though there was a little snafu when one of their computers didn't connect with me the way we expected it to. I was asked some very good questions, some of which I hadn't heard before. Plus, I was able to ask one. Last week I reread A Year with Butch and Spike, which was the main subject of our discussion, and I began to worry that "Butch" and "Spike" weren't very contemporary names. But the people there said they knew a couple of Butches and a Spike, and they were all kids. So, huzzah!

While I was typing away, though, I was worried that I was typing too much, droning on and on. I even stopped everything and asked, "Am I talking too much?" They didn't respond to that. Do you suppose they were just trying to be polite? You know, as in if you can't say something good, don't saying anything at all?

I did e-mail with my contact for this event, and she seemed happy and felt everything went just fine. I didn't ask her if I talked too much. I phrased it differently. I said, "I did worry that my answers were too lengthy. How did you feel? Was I giving the kids too much information?"

I felt that was a less pathetic way of asking if I'd talked too much.

Anyway, I love the idea of doing "appearances" from my office in the cellar and hope to get more of that kind of work.



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