Friday, June 26, 2009

Worn Out

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?


MitMoi said...

heh ... back in school and now sucumbing to peer-pressure. I'm on FB both ways. I'll look you up under my real name and send a "friend" request!

Also - glad you didn't pass out!

kenju said...

Welcome to FB. I hope you find it as much fun as I do.

Peggy Payne said...

Mamie--the story you read the last day was a KNOCKOUT. Really wonderful!

Also, I was so tired by the end of our workshop days that I was actually motionless--no energy for fidgeting of any sort.

It's an uncommon lot of time to be doing that kind of work for everyone involved.

And thanks for the kind words here about the week. I'm glad it was good for you. I was delighted to have you there, thought the group was delightful.

mamie said...

Peggy, thanks for the good words. And I guess if you felt tired too, then our tiredness was justified.

It was a great week. Rested up, I'm still riding high.