In which I say “um” a lot, and also some swears, and regret never learning how to do a proper robot dance.
I’d love to hear your responses to the question I ask in this first Makearoo Thing. Be gentle with me; I’m totally new to video. And I promise not to use the word ‘vlogging’ too much.
Anyway, hoo boy! Here we go.
Great video! Although, I have to say that I’m really disappointed that the shirt didn’t come off. I mean, you watch a video by Toni, and your first thought is: That shirt’s coming off for sure. What a let down.
But complaining about your state of dress wasn’t the assignment. I’m supposed to say how I’m full of shit, so here goes. I’m full of shit, because I know that I have talent, maybe not astounding, awe-inspiring talent, but I do have a bit of talent, and yet I let myself feel inadequate and intimidated. I’m full of shit, because I’m not brave.
Again, terrific video. Looking forward to more!
It was nice to see you…but I still think you’re holding back :). I’m definitely full of shit when it comes to my creative stuff. I lack the confidence to share my work. I create it and then hide it from the world. So, to be brave, and step out of my comfort zone, I’m posting the blog I had to create for the journalism class I took last semester. It has the six pieces I had to create (2 radio, 2 video and 2 print pieces), and includes an intro video we were ambushed with doing on the first night of class. YIKES!
There you go.
http://kellygibbonsstoryteller.blogspot.com/
Toni! Love seeing and hearing you. This video stuff is harder than it first appears, isn’t it? I kept waiting to see your gorgeous smile. And I kept thinking about the ways I’m full of shit. I’m full of shit because I tell myself that writing is the only creative thing I’m good at, so I let the other stuff slide. I really want to get my creativity going by doing some gardening. Choosing which plants go where — even if it’s in a small container — really shizzles my nizzle. Gotta do some of that this summer. I’m trying to start tomato seeds on our windowsill, but they ain’t sprouting and I think it ‘s a bad metaphor for life. “I keep giving and giving and giving and I’m getting nuttin’!” If they don’t pop up by the time I leave for our retreat (next week! next week!) I’m pulling the plug.