Just when 2012 was on the verge of ending without anything truly thrilling happening, I was invited to read at a fundraiser. It was a benefit for Lower Cape Outreach Council's Fuel Assistance Program, which helps our friends and neighbors stay warm in the winter (by burning my stories).
This was the first time I read something of my own in public* and I have to say, audience response is wildly addictive. Pausing for people to stop laughing is my new favorite thing.
I was also terrified, but that goes without saying. I am Perpetually Terrified.
I'm sorry if I ruin the Nutcracker, Christmas and strippers for you. These things happen.
*I've read at lots of weddings, but they never seem to want me to use my own material. Can you imagine?