Last night I had the great privilege of reading a piece I wrote in the locally produced Tales From the South. It was a great night.
By total coincidence, a dear friend Paul Strack also read a piece the same night. The two of us did not suck all of the oxygen out of the room or cause any sort of universal implosion. That was its’ own blessing.
Several friends took time out of their lives to come and hear the readings. I was so touched they would do that. Many more were there in spirit, which is just as important.
I spend a lot of time in my head. I write behind a computer screen. Even when I worked in television, when I was actually doing the delivery, it was just me and a photographer. So I was actually a little torn if I wanted people I knew in the audience or not
It all turned out just fine. In fact, it went very well. My friend Jill told me to pretend we were sitting on my back porch, drinking too much and talking too loud. “Just tell your stories,” she said. “That’s what you do.”
They captured it on video. I’m a short girl, so I had to stand on soap box. I know, too.many.jokes. The whole edited radio show will air March 28 on KUAR and on a number of Internet radio outlets. But since it’s my blog, and really all about me, you can see my part now.