The snow has turned to rain. I am waiting for the piles down by the mailbox to melt and puddle. It's too warm to really worry but Indiana weather can turn on a dime. If the rain freezes, we'll have ice. I don't like ice much.
It's pretty to look at from the safety, comfort and warmth of the house. It might even bring on a poetic mood. (It has in the past, at least.) But I have cranky ankles and still need to check the mail.
I count my blessings that I am well, that my bones are solid and my determination is fixed. But even I have to step out of my comfort zone. Which brings me to my point: I've recently procured two readings for the poetry chapbook due out in March. One at a library and another at a bookstore.
Both set at the safe distance of being in April.
Great googly-moogly! Public speaking is not my thing. Now give me fifteen preschoolers and a guitar, throw in a couple of great picture books, and I'll be swinging from the rafters. But to read to grown adults? Reading poetry?
It makes my palms sweat.
However, in order to move forward on this writing journey, I have to step out of my comfort zone. I'm even going to take Miss Elizabeth Bennet's advice and practice. Yup. Tonight, I am meeting up with some yoga buddies. We're ordering pizza. Someone's bringing wine.
I am going to practice. The audience is a fair and kind one. Let's hope they're in the mood for a little Hoosier poetry. Wish me luck?
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