My First Naked Book Club Reading
There are ways in which I’m fearless (although I’m struggling to come up with them now) and there ways in which I’m a complete coward. Reading my work aloud terrifies me, but I am always willing to do it as I don’t believe I can just silently write (in my mind, at my dining room table, in the café down the street from my house) and expect my writing to take off and enter other people’s heads without me spewing it out into the world somehow. Before my readings, I feel slightly nauseous and woozy. I drink a lot of water, eat peanut butter sandwiches (they calm me down, I swear), and then I just go for it while reminding myself that no matter how bad it is, I’ll probably, A. Be alive at the end. And, B. Still have all my limbs and the use of my hands so I can continue to write. In spite of my fears, I usually end up feeling great after a reading—not because of what I’ve done, but because of the fact that any single person actually showed up to hear me. Here’s a summary of three readings that were each my first time in one way or another.