Okay, maybe not frantic. But, I have to admit, I'm a little nervous. In one week, I'm going to be reading my story (slightly abridged) This Just In, from the book Tasting Him at In The Flesh Reading Series.
My nerves exist on several levels. I'm going to be reading with some great, great writers. I'm still relatively new to all this, so I'm feeling a little intimidated. Public speaking doesn't really scare me. It never has. But, for some reason, I'm finding myself more scared than I thought I would be. Despite my practice and all the reassurances from people in my life, I'm feeling some butterflies. I just don't want to make a fool out of myself in front of people I respect and like. I really want this to go well.
I was feeling good about the whole thing when the date was still far enough away. But, now it's seven days. One week. That is kinda close. And, now the insecurities are brewing. So, I'm just going to keep practicing and try not to worry. It is also nice that I'm going to be meeting up with some of my fellow readers and other writers beforehand. Maybe they can help talk me down from my metaphorical ledge.
If all else fails, a few drinks might just do the trick.