I think part of the reason that I feel like holding my arms out and twirling around like the hills are alive with the sound of music is that I didn’t know anyone at the reading last night. Not a single soul was someone that I knew as a person.
I’ve never read to an audience of strangers.
When you read to groups that contain your friends, you have allies in the crowd. You know, if people are being polite and quiet, it could be because your folks are setting the tone.
Reading to a bunch of people who couldn’t give a shit either way if you succeed or not? And then to have something really work?
It feels amazing. It was really nerve-wracking but amazing.
But, whew, also, I will be glad to see faces I know on Saturday.
This morning, as I was recounting my evening to the Butcher, he said, “I’m really proud of you.”
We just don’t say shit like that in our family, so it must be true.