Less Cranky Note
To all my friends who came to the reading last night: Thank you so very, very much, it was great to see you there. I am now swamped in post-performance (?) worry: Did I read too fast? Too slow? Could they understand me? Were the funny parts funny? I mean, people LAUGHED, but maybe they were just being nice? Am I overanalyzing? Oh, God, what if I'm overanalyzing? I mean, it's a thousand-word essay, it's not frickin' War and Peace.
You know what feels super silly? Signing a book for someone who's ten times the writer you are. (*waves to annathepiper*)
Anyway, I felt like a very tiny rock star, sort of a rock asteroid, which I guess actually is most asteroids, and I thank you all for coming and seeing me, even if you have no connection with the material at hand. (It was about knitting. Yes, I am a big dork.)
ETA: Turns out I did NOT sign a book for annathepiper, and now I feel even sillier.
You know what feels super silly? Signing a book for someone who's ten times the writer you are. (*waves to annathepiper*)
Anyway, I felt like a very tiny rock star, sort of a rock asteroid, which I guess actually is most asteroids, and I thank you all for coming and seeing me, even if you have no connection with the material at hand. (It was about knitting. Yes, I am a big dork.)
ETA: Turns out I did NOT sign a book for annathepiper, and now I feel even sillier.