The show took place Saturday, September 27th, and featured amazing stand up and music, along with what I hope was some decent fiction (mine).
Time for a confession: I've never read my work aloud before, unless you count reading in the kitchen to my husband as he pours a beer or mans a stir-fry. I had opportunities in school, but mostly wussed out because I am (mis)guided by fear and public speaking (and public humiliation) is very high on my list of debilitating concerns.
But it felt like the time to say "yes." Big risks hopefully reap decent-sized rewards. I was nervous as I imagined I'd be while waiting to read my short story "Furries," but after I did it, I felt not high or even proud, but, and this might sound weird, like I was a writer.
I mean, I know I am a writer, because this is what I do every day (even if I don't get paid), but it felt like I finally put it out there to the world, sort of announced it by baring it all in the form of 800 plus words of fiction.
Thanks go to all the fellow performers with me that night--who made me feel extra special for performing among them, in the same venue and lineup and everything--and to Wayne, who went out of his way to make sure my reading debut was something special and happy and valuable, and like something I might (and could) do again.
For more photos of the show, see Wayne's website.