It’s been a tough year for women like me—women with a George Clooney crush. As long as the “silver fox” was out there being his commitment-phobic, bachelor/playboy self, each of us could nurse our secret fantasy. We just knew that someday, perhaps in an airport concourse or a busy Starbucks, we’d look up and spot THE CLEFT in that unmistakable chin. There he’d be, in all his hunkyness—smiling, and saying . . . well, never mind what he’d be saying. That’s my fantasy. But all us “Clooneyites” were crushed to learn that British human rights lawyer Amal Alamuddin was engaged to our guy.
I took the news harder than most. My George Clooney crush had blossomed into a “love poem.” I’d uploaded a “selfie” video recording of me reciting that poem to YouTube. Then I’d been waiting by the phone. Okay, maybe I’m kidding about that part—but I had been having lots of fun sharing my poem with audiences like this one.
To keep the fun going, I plan to share other video samples of my storytelling here in the weeks and months ahead—some are comical personal stories, others are “persona” pieces. If you want to be sure to catch them, click the “subscribe” button to be notified of new posts.
In the meantime, I’m sending my best wishes to George and Amal, as I’m told they’re getting married any day now. I can’t hold getting married against George since technically I am married to Kayak Guy. (Well, not just technically—actually.) But I’m leaving my selfie Ode to George Clooney’s cleft, and this George Clooney Crush video, up on YouTube. Maybe if we all hurry and share the link, it might somehow find its way to him before he takes the plunge? Then there’s no telling what could happen. One day I might just glance up—into the cleft in that very chin. 🙂
Here we are, well into the lusty month of May, and I haven’t had anything to say for months. Not here, anyway. A rep of the company that hosts my website actually phoned the other day to remind me that web crawlers won’t find my blog unless I post new content. Hmm. That makes it seem like I’ve been goofing off. Actually I’ve been out and about— storytelling.
Storytelling sounds like “business as usual” for a writer/performer like me. It’s anything but. In recent months I’ve been persuaded to set aside the piece of paper, and just TELL the story. That’s right—no safety net. When it comes to connecting with an audience, telling tales trumps reading them. But embracing “off the cuff” storytelling was traumatic for someone settled in her ways. It’s been scary trying to persuade my protesting brain that I won’t “blank” in front of a crowd—or, if I do, it won’t be the end of the world. (And I have. And it wasn’t. Thank goodness. I’d hate to have the end of the world on my conscience.)
I’ve told true stories about being a mother-of-the-bride with a black eye. And about my days working as a chicken plucker, a travel trailer electrician, and even a brothel owner (okay, an inadvertent brothel owner—the building I bought came with a few surprises). Audiences laughed so I hard I got brave enough to do some storytelling about my colonoscopy cruise. Tomorrow (as befits the lusty month of May) I’m going to tell an audience about my crush on George Clooney. And how crushed I am to hear he’s planning to tie the knot. If you can’t be at Around Town Tellers, here’s a little sample:
Storytelling has been a stretch from writing funny fiction and reading it aloud to audiences. It’s a new kind of fun. I’ve been “telling” around the Island, and even in Vancouver—solo, and with my WordChickz performing partner, Cindy Shantz. If those web crawlers think I’ve been slacking off, they’re not crawling the right corners!
Spring is sprung, and all the world is new. I dare YOU to try something new too. What life story have you got to tell?