Just signed up to read at the open mic on Thursday at lunch. Truthfully, I'm not sure I'll follow through but had to sign up if I wanted the option. I can mark myself off just as easily as I wrote myself on.
A surprising thing happened during my turn in the barrel the other day: people laughed out loud. At the right places. And they remarked several times on the irony of my stories. I'd like to hear people laugh out loud at the things I find funny. I hope my courage remains intact.
The readings are held on the patio after lunch each day. People sit around under ancient trees and brilliant blue skies, drinking coffee, eating fabulous desserts, and listening to writers read. I imagine heaven to be much like this.
To be more accurate, being part of the audience is heavenly. Reading? That's another matter, and one located somewhat south of heaven. Still, I'm challenging myself to do this thing and so far, I seem to be rising to the challenge.