How to Construct a Speech When Your Book Is Published

In my editing service to new writers, I’m commonly asked to help them with presentations for readings at libraries, social clubs, and other events. It is a fact that self-promotion is vital if you want your book to be purchased and read. Publishers don’t guide authors on how to do readings or make presentations, so I thought I’d share my battle experience and give any new authors reading this a jump-start. Here is a tried and proved outline any author can follow. It also works for radio or television interviews.  Sometimes you’ll be alone, and at other times you’ll be part of a panel.  Your speech does not have to be very long, but you do need to make the important points of your book. Just divide your presentation into these following parts:

I. Start with “About me” (biographical information) Start with, “I am  or I am a  . . .” Here’s a good place to work in a funny anecdote or quote of another writer.
II. Why this book needed to be written and why the book is important (you can also mention other books that have influenced you)
III.  Discuss any or all of these:  What the book is, what it’s about, what a theme is. What you learned from writing this book.  What gave you the idea.  Create your “elevator speech”–your book condensed into a few sentences. Memorize it.
IV. Here is a section of my book I’d like to share with you. (Then read a chapter or a few powerful paragraphs)
V.  Then give thanks and take time for questions.  Prepare a list of questions (typed) that you can give to someone you know in the audience just in case you get a bashful audience who can’t think of what to ask.  Also, interviewers are often very busy and they often appreciate the questions to use as a starting base.

VI. Thank the audience and move to a table to sell and sign books!

Poem to the Clan Young, Tartan Day 2010

On April 10, The Scottish Society of the Louisiana Hielands sponsored their annual Tartan Festival. It was great fun! If you’d like to see photos and see the fun at this festival, go to this site:

My clan, the Young Clan, was the honored clan for this event. Here is a poem I wrote and read for the event.  I’d previously written two poems for the Clan Cumming. Perhaps I’ll set out to write a book-length series of poems for many more clans of Scotland.

Poem for the Clan Young

by Rickey E. Pittman

Rebore Prudentia Praestat (Prudence Excels Strenth)

They started on the border,
Then spread, this noble clan,
With Scotland’s diaspora,
To many distant lands.

Some of them were reivers,
Some wild gypsies it’s true,
Some fierce and loyal Jacobites,
And outlaws, not a few.

Youngs lived among the Cherokee,
Made the flags for Fort McHenry,
Played Jedhart Ball with English heads,
Of which they always had plenty.

Some were sheriffs and officials,
Scientists, writers, and soldiers too,
Fighting with the 42nd Black Watch,
In the battle at Waterloo.

Today, they are our honored clan,
On this special Tartan Day,
Let pipers play and Scotsmen cheer,
As the Young clan leads the way.
–2010

Revenge Quotes

Revenge Quotes

1. “I will never forget or forgive an act of cruelty. You deliberately hurt me, my friends or anyone I love, and you’ll bleed for it.”–(a character in Persephone’s Underground, a novel by Rickey Pittman)
2. “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”–from Man on Fire
3. Nemo me impune lacessit - Latin motto of the Order of the Thistle, numerous Scottish regiments in various armies, one U.S. Marine regiment, and the Royal Coat of Arms of Scotland. It is also the family motto of Montresor in Poe’s “Cask of Amontillado.”
4. “His obligation was to the feud . . . beneath it all still rose the black rage of the mountain man . . . He only felt the feeling of generations of the code handed down from the Welsh and Scot clans and burned into his being.” — from Gone to Texas (the novel Josey Wales was based on).

“Washboard Lisa” by Grayson Capps

I saw Love Song for Bobby Long again, and once again I was moved, especially by the music. Here’s another song from that soundtrack, a song by Grayson Capps. It’s also on Capp’s CD, If You Knew My Mind. I transcribed the lyrics from his CD for his song, “Washboard Lisa.” I’ve determined to go see Capps in the near future. I know from his website that he plays in Alabama and along the coast and that would likely be my best chance to hear him. Here is his website:

“Washboard Lisa” by Grayson Capps

Standin’ on the corner of Royal Street,

on a Sunday afternoon

Out there by the old A & P

barefoot in the sun in June.

I saw her playin’ with the big brass band

with old Gate Junior on guitar

I saw her playin’ with John and Mooney too

uptown at Maddigan’s Bar.

Washboard Lisa, wash away your sins

let them go down the drain

Evertime you move your dirty little hands

takes away our fears and our pain

I said “hello” to her out there on the street

Boys, I looked into her eyes

She said that she knew Tom Robbins

Oh, I believed it was a lie

But how can New Orleans be so good

To a Lucky Strike smoking queen

With a rip in her dress and dirty toes

Livin’ life like a dream

Washboard Lisa, wash away your sins

let them go down the drain

Evertime you move your dirty little hands

takes away our fears and our pain

The Santa Fe Expedition of 1841: A Poem by Rickey E. Pittman

At my parents’ house, I watched again the three-part movie of Dead Man’s Walk. Though McMurtry’s novel is more accurate and interesting, I enjoyed the movie enough that I researched the Santa Fe Expedition and wrote this poem, which I hope to turn into a song for my Texas School programs. This is a first draft, so I’ll likely revise it in the future.  If you’re a Texan (or Texian, Texican or Tejano–yes, there are subtle differences in the words) I hope you enjoy the poem.

“The Santa Fe Expedition of 1841″: A Poem by Rickey E. Pittman

In the summer of 1841,
President Lama had a vision,
Texas wasn’t large enough,
He sent the Santa Fe expedition.

General McLeod and Captain Lewis,
With 21 ox-drawn wagons,
And 300 men left in June,
With one old brass cannon.

Spurred on by Lamar’s command,
They walked toward Santa Fe’s trail,
They didn’t know how far it was,
Or that they were doomed to fail.

There was a Comanche moon,
When they reached the Llano Estacado,
Lost in an endless sea of grass,
There were no trails to follow.

The Comanche and Apache
Stole their horses at night,
Would kill and scalp if they could,
And the Texans feared they might.

Deserted by their Mexican guide,
Facing hardships from the weather,
They  continued on a dead man’s walk,
That seemed to last forever.

Drinking foul badlands water,
Eating what they could find,
Their leaders made too many mistakes,
And a strange madness filled their minds.

They marched on in misery
Till Santa Fe they found,
They surrendered to the Mexicans,
Without firing a single round.

Governor Manuel Armijo
Who had 1500 men,
Promised them protection,
So the Texans trusted him.

But he marched them 2,000 miles,
South to Mexico City,
In chains and in sorrow,
He drove them without pity.

There were no maps to guide them,
There were no well-laid plans,
But we honor their sad footsteps,
These brave and bold Texans.