It's hard sometimes to "speak" of writing. Or, in other easier to understand words, reading something that you've written to an audience can be a harrowing experience to say the least. Last night I was asked to read a short story that I've written to my Creative Writing class. This is an experience that I almost always dread, and this time was no different.
I usually will hold my head down and stare at the table when volunteers are called. This occasion was no different really, but I surprised myself by raising my hand and reading my story ... but I was the last volunteer. It's one of my failings. Public speaking is, for me, the most difficult thing.
I can talk on the radio, regardless of market, to unknown numbers of listeners. I can record a Public Service Announcement, or a Commercial that will be played God knows where to God knows who and never bat an eye. But put me in front of a group and I loose it. The palms start the sweat, and for some really weird reason (unknown to me), my feet start to ache.
I know that this is something that most people deal with in one way or another, but I just thought that I put it out there.
... and you did a great job!
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