many performers. If you watch athletes and musicians, people who perform
in front of massive crowds nightly, they all have preshowrituals. LeBron James and Mike Bibby, all-star basketball
players, chew their nails superstitiously before and during games.
Michael Jordan wore his old University of North Carolina shorts under
his NBA shorts in every game. Wayne Gretzky tucked his jersey into his
hockey pants, something he learned to do before games as a kid. Wade
Boggs ate chicken before every single game. These small acts of control,
however random or bizarre they seem to us, helped give them the
confidence needed to face the out-of-control reality of their jobs. And
their jobs are much harder than what public speakers do. For every point
Michael Jordan ever scored, there was another well-paid professional
athlete, or team of athletes, trying very hard to stop him from doing
so.
So, unless presentation terrorists steal your microphone
mid-sentence or put up their own projector and start showing their own
slide deck—designed specifically to contradict your every point—you’re
free from the pressures other performers face nightly. Small
observations like this make it easier to laugh at nerves, even if they
won’t go away.
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[ 6 ]
The Book of Lists
doesn’t say, but it’s
likely that its source was the 1973 report published by the
Bruskin/Goldkin agency.
[ 7 ] If you combined this list to create the scariest thing possible,
it would be to give a presentation in an airplane at 35,000 feet, near
a spider web, while doing your taxes, sitting in the deep end of a
pool inside the airplane, feeling ill, with the lights out, next to a
rabid dog, near an escalator that leads to an elevator.
[ 8 ] It is debated what the motivations were for Jefferson’s
small number of speeches. The Jefferson Library takes a decidedly
generous view: see http://wiki.monticello.org/mediawiki/index.php/Public_Speaking and Halford Ryan’s
U.S. Presidents As Orators: A
Bio-Critical Sourcebook
(Greenwood Press).
[ 9 ] From
Conquer Your Speech Anxiety
,
Karen Kangas Dwyer (Wadsworth).
[ 10 ]
The Francis Effect
, M. F. Fensholt
(Oakmont Press), p. 286.
[ 11 ] The attack of stomach butterflies is still a mystery. The best
guess is that it’s a side effect of your stress response, moving
blood away from your digestive system to more important parts of
your body for survival. Peeing and related excrementous activity in
your pants has similar motivations, plus the bonus effect of
distracting whatever is trying to eat you away from your tasty
flesh.
[ 12 ] There is a wide range from 10,000–20,000, depending on the
individual. (This data comes from Michael Erard’s Um [Anchor].) I wish you could know the number
for the person sitting next to you on a plane before you start
talking to him.
Chapter 3. $30,000 an hour
It’s 7:47 a.m. at Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco, so early the
sun is just starting to rise. It’s an ungodly time and place for any
writer to be outside. Writers aren’t the most well-adjusted people, and
it’s telling that our preferred means of interaction with civilization is
throwing paragraph-shaped grenades at people from behind the safety of a
laptop. I know few writers who love mornings, and the doorman at my
hotel—who wears a bright blue sailor’s uniform as part of the
nautical-themed thrill ride that is the Argonaut Hotel—is clearly on my
side. He waves down a cab for me and gives a half-smile from underneath
his tired eyes, a smile that says, “Doesn’t it suck to work this early?”
Anyone who finishes the night shift with a sense of humor is a good man
indeed. Or perhaps I just look like trash this morning and he finds my
appearance entertaining. Maybe it’s both.
People talk about sunrises as if they were magical things. Yet here
at Fisherman’s Wharf, the morning fog forming a glorious orange