Thursday, July 16, 2009
Scared Shitless
Sometimes I wonder why I agree to these things. My friend is going to be here in an hour and we're driving down to the poetry reading where ... shit ... I'm the feature. I can't pull myself together and I'm afraid I'm gonna really screw up and look stupid. Looking stupid is something I live in utter fear of - because I've felt like I was stupid for a good part of my life. Why do I put myself through this? I could just be someone who doesn't do anything weird like write - who was happy sitting at home watching TV and maybe reading the latest bestseller that everyone is raving about. Instead, I'm desperately trying not to forget something and put on a brave show.
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Oh, Robin, I ALWAYS feel this way before a reading. And I'm always glad I did it in the end. You'll be awesome! Can't wait to hear the report :-).
Fun! I would love to see your reading! I hope you had a wonderful time. I would be surprised if your observers did not appreciate what you offered. :)
I can relate to your worries, Robin.
ah..you ll get over it..when ever i have a reading or an event where i have to speak to a group of people/readers..i m totally in pieces..i mean..i think i m going to die..but in the end i m like donna..no not smart sexy and funny as her ..but glad i did it..:-)
Robin,
I went to bed very early last night, but as I was drifting off to sleep, I was thinking about you, and wondering how the reading was going (you were probably on stage at that moment). I sent good thoughts to you--hope they worked.
--Linda
Wow, thanks everyone! Hopefully later today I'll have time to sit down and write about all the stuff I want to write about. In the way I want to write about it.
We should talk.
Peace,
A
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