The Best Proof of Success

by  Lillian Csernica on June 10, 2015

My mother lives in a retirement community.  There are lots of activities, from day trips to the monthly party for all the people who have a birthday in that particular month to a variety of classes and groups.  This coming Saturday, the organizer of the Writers’ Group has invited a special guest speaker.  Care to guess who that speaker might be?

That’s right.  I will show up with my Shameless Self-Promotion Kit, talk a bit about my work, and then explain how the techniques of fiction are quite useful when writing a memoir.

I got over being nervous in front of an audience a long time ago.  I joined my high school’s Speech and Debate Team as a sophomore, then competed on my college team.  Attending conventions such as RadCon, Clockwork Alchemy, and BayCon as a guest speaker has kept my public speaking skills polished.

Now here’s the weird part.  As I contemplate my presentation for this Writers’ Group, made up of people my mother knows and who all live in the same retirement community, I’m getting flashbacks to various moments in my childhood and teenage years when Mom wanted me to show off my latest accomplishment for neighbors or co-workers.  My mother has always been an avid photographer, probably because she grew up helping my grandfather in his professional photography studio.  This means Mom has a lot of blackmail material about me at age six dressed as a little gray mouse for a dance recital, or competing in swimming races during the summer when I was in grade school, or when I started working as a professional belly dancer.

So on Saturday I will stand up in front of my mother’s friends and tell them about my career as a professional writer.  I’ll have copies of Ship of Dreams and some of the anthologies where my stories have appeared.  My credentials are solid.

So why am I starting to feel nervous?  Why do I have that old familiar feeling of wanting to make Mom proud of me?  There’s nothing strange about that, of course.  There is, however, a big difference between having that feeling when you’re six or sixteen, and feeling it when you’re pushing fifty.  I know my mother is proud of me.  That’s why the people where she lives know what I do for a living.  And yet, part of me still wants to look out across the audience and see her sitting there, smiling and nodding.

Seeing my byline in print is great.  Getting paid real money for it is even better.  Still, there’s nothing like knowing I’ve made my mother proud of me.


Filed under Conventions, Family, fantasy, Fiction, Goals, memoirs

7 responses to “The Best Proof of Success

  1. I think that’s a very normal feeling. We all want people we care about to be proud of us 🙂
    Their pride is the only thing that matter.

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  2. Nothing can beat a mothers proud smile 🙂

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  3. Wish I still had the opportunity…and there is plenty for your Mom to be proud of.

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  4. robbear13

    Sounds like you’re in for a wonderful time. I hope it goes really well — for your sake and your mom’s.

    Still, the best sign of success is a cheque from your publisher. Preferably a large one. A bit crass, perhaps, but “that’s the truth,” as Edith Ann would remind us.

    Blessings and Bear hugs to all!

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  5. Alex Hurst

    Very sweet. I can only hope for the same in the future. My parents are probably my quickest critics (in a good way) 😉

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  6. I have to stand up and talk in front of people every day, but still get a few butterflies. Don’t worry, if it all starts to unravel, you can always do a bit of belly dancing.

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