The reading last night went off without a hitch. I got to go first, thank God Sandra actually, so there was no time to sit around getting breathless. I remembered not to rush, I think. And I had my personal cheering section in the back row to tell me that the volume was good (the venue is a bit difficult that way, as often happens with readings–industrial fans for background noise plus a mike that wasn’t very loud).
I was fully prepared to pretend the audience was made up of cats, but I didn’t have to–instead it was made up of members of all my various tribes. Friends, colleagues, fellow writers, readers and editors. I forget, sometimes, that all of these people want me to succeed–and I’m so grateful to have days like this one to help me remember.
Now: off to Readercon!
