By Katy Edelsten
Not my bag, SCAB.
This won’t come as a great revelation to those that have spent any time with me the last few weeks but I actually really don’t enjoy writing SCAB’s. I remember reading them before I came to SCA and thinking that it would be a mild form of torture for me to have to actually write one. I thought I might find a way out of it, but it turns out I haven’t. So here I am, once again trying to write a SCAB and hating it.
I have to admit it is getting a little easier, the first ones I wrote (pre school starting) were really just a blur of information. I had no idea what was expected of me. Now I know more of the people who might read them; I still have no idea but way more expectation.
So here’s my mega problem – I don’t really feel the world needs to hear what I’m thinking. In fact I find it very strange indeed when people want to expose themselves on blogs and vlogs and all over the internet. I mean kudos for doing it guys, but I just don’t get it. Privacy is really valuable – its kind of all you have, so why would you want to dish it out on demand? It baffles me.
I know I’m not alone in thinking this, so I’ve tried to compile some aid for us anti-SCAB-ers.
TOP TIPS for a vaguely acceptable SCAB
Absolutely do not try to think about it/ plan it/ write it in the studio.
Make lists of topics when they come to you, so you have 1% chance of broaching a good subject on the dreaded day.
Pretend there isn’t a word limit.
Write it days in advance so you have plenty of time to delete it all and start again.
Pass it by someone you trust – someone who will not just point out a typo but let you know when you actually sound insane.
Remember there is a word limit.
Remember to actually send it.
REFLECTIONS (Fridays hour long quasi-therapy sesh)
Reflections are like a whole other kettle of horrible fish. Not only am I meant to think about something vaguely interesting and personal; I have to actually say it to everybody. Urgh. Then for some reason I’m meant to take a shot. Now I don’t think I’d had a shot for about 5 years before Reflections – (they still taste like poison in case anybody thought they might have developed flavoured alcohol into something actually drinkable) – anyway, now i’m all over the shots just because its such a glorious end point to the actual Reflection bit.
I really think we should all take a shot first and then reflect. The horribleness of the first might soften the horribleness of the second.