It is with a combination of glee and weepitude that I bid official adieu to the inaugural SFU Southbank Writer’s Program. I believe I did a rather tip top job for both of my performances. Yes, I went about my preparation with my usual 11th hour frenetic attack, but I worked it out pretty well. Not perfectly, but all in all, my main criteria were met:
a) I did not burst into hysterical tears on stage
b) I did not urinate on or near the stage
c) I remained upright at all appropriate times
d) I did not drill holes through the podium with my shaking hands
e) I made eye contact! (since I am prone to averting my eyes, this was a major feat. I was having a hell of a time not glancing up at the ceiling instead of at the audience, as if imploring Zorp to whisk me away to the mother ship above)
f) I added a bit more “character acting” to the reading
And, there we have it. The beginning of a beautiful friendship between myself, the writerly community, and my future readers and listeners beyond…whoever they may be, wherever they are. I now feel bolstered to actually find more of them.