Writing is solitary work and, I'm not going to lie, I like it that way.
But it's also very much not.
The hope for most writers is to share our words. Our stories. Making for an awkward and conflicting dichotomy.
Where is all of this coming from?
I was asked by friend and collaborator of the Boulder Tattoo Project, Chelsea Pohl, to read my story at the premiere of the final film.
Yeah, lots of this:
I don't speak in public. Honestly, I'd rather chew my own toes off. When forced to give presentations in college I *might* have run across the street with an extremely supportive friend for a quick drink at the local bar before said presentations. Public speaking and I? Not so much.
So when Chelsea sent me the sweet and flattering email requesting I read, my first reaction (Between heart palpitations and swarming butterflies in my stomach) was, How nice, but hells no!!! I mean, I wanted to do it, but I REALLY didn't want to do it. I asked for a couple of days to think on it.
A week later (I'm a master of avoidance and procrastination) I responded, and said I was leaning toward doing it (After being pep-talked by a few good people who insisted it would be 'good for me' and 'I'd be great', blah, blah, blah... ;)
A few days later (Avoidance...) I was still teetering on the fence and was ready to tell her that I just couldn't muster the courage (Because, if I was struggling that much, perhaps it wasn't the time to challenge myself) when she texted me to meet her for coffee so she could time my reading. Before i knew it, I was texting back with my drink order. So, I guess I'm doing it.
Sometimes we just need a little shove...
Plus, I've promised myself a new dress for my efforts, so there's that.
Wish me luck and lots of these kinds of thoughts...
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