This month has made me realize why it’s so easy for performers to get caught up in drinking and sleeping pills. I am only reading two stories this evening and I had the hardest time sleeping because I kept waking up to fret. Will I do okay? Will people like it? Will people like me? I have to see the guy who’s hosting this again on Sunday at the Atwood thing. What if he thinks I’m a dork?
And then I’m going to spend all day gearing up, do it, and then feel like “Woooo, that was awesome” and probably not be able to sleep.
Either you find some way to kind of vibrate at that frequency in a healthy manner or you find some way to chase sleep effectively.
Or you don’t do that much of it, I guess. Sleep or keeping up this pitch.
Still, whew, nerves.