Friday, June 26, 2009
As a result of this week's writing workshop, I have come home at 3:30 every day so tired I cannot do one thing but sit still in a chair for a while. My classmates have echoed the sentiment.
The only thing I have been able to figure out is that the tension I feel around writing on demand (prompt writing) and reading my very unfinished, un-perfect work out loud to semi-strangers induced adrenaline rushes three or four times a day.
Today twenty-two of the participants read from their work, and when I sat down from reading mine, my heart was going so fast I took my pulse and I felt faint.
These cases of nerves, well, they unnerve me.
I almost made it through the week without embarrassing myself, but at the last minute had an episode. A woman who soon showed herself to be very talented got up to read her poetry. She said that it was the first time that she had taken a poetry class with Betty Adcock, and that she planned to be back every year from now on. I commented in a loud voice, "Hope you like her, Betty!" Gawd.
And to close this week of putting myself out there, I joined Facebook yesterday. Don't know why except that I was tired of everyone asking me if I was on it.
Could it be that the theme of the week has something to do with my susceptibility to peer pressure?