In a half hour the afternoon session starts and I'm terrified! TERRIFIED! Today we're critting my piece and I fear I've made a mistake bringing this particular piece with me . . . it could go badly.
On another note, I just learned last night that there are participant readings in Memorial Hall on Saturday and everyone is required to read . . . that means me . . . and I am ill-prepared and have nothing with me only the most complicated convuluted section of my novel that exists, which isn't likely to translate well into the oral at this point in time. GOD! What am I doing here?
Gotta run now. Be back later with more details.
Mood: Scared out of my mind
Drinking: water
Listening To: really squeaky chairs
Hair: holding up
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