I’m having a bout of atychiphobia. It will be humanly impossible to complete this A-Z challenge and write my memoir too. But wait, I’m not sure I can finish the memoir either. Maybe I’ll just sum it up here and be done with it. My hopeless chest is full of “Unfinished projects. It’s my life story” (in six words).
April Fool’s – look for another 67 words tomorrow.
Big step for me ahead. I have signed up for my first Women’s Writing Conference. Notice I said “first.” I’m hoping to gain enough confidence to keep on going. As a 16 year member of Story Circle Network, this is the venue that seems right for me. Although I have not participated in a writing circle for several years, I feel as if I already know some of the women who will be there, and I already know they are a sincere and compassionate bunch.
Now about that “comfort” part. This is definitely a leap out of my comfort zone as I am much more comfortable sitting in my private little office with only the birds and squirrels for an audience. Not that I’d stand up in front of anyone and expect an audience. There’s a fear there and I suspect I know where it started. Way back in junior college in a creative story class my instructor called on me to read what he said was an A+ story. That would have been fine if he hadn’t added, “and see if you can do it without your face turning red.” The rest of that story is obvious. It’s time to get over that. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll have the courage to share one of my pieces at the open mike night. Oh no, now what kind of commitment have I made?