Writers. My people. You know how most of the time we’re all by our lonesome, waiting with
a bulldozer’s patience for our best ideas to flow through and out, all smooth-like? How accustomed we are to the time alone, thinking, stewing, churning so we can get exactly what’s driving us insane sparkling in our imaginations onto paper?
And you know how, sometimes, we writers get the rare chance to stand up and read those best ideas? Out loud, in front of other humans, on the spot-lit stage, like the shiny-happy-people?
Well, come January, I will be shiny and happy. While nothing terrifies me more than a quiet audience, hands in laps, waiting for me to speak words into a microphone, I’m honored to have been invited to read at an upcoming literary and art showing. I’ll do you proud.
Maybe I’ll watch this video a few times to get up my courage. I figure I’m the horse in her stall, though I deeply long to be the ostrich towards the end. Who do you long to be?