I often avoid gatherings where writers read from their work.
I believe in my writing ability. I can draw the reader into the text and soon they hardly notice the words as they flow with the story, but when I read my own words I get nervous, and often stumble. So, I avoid those kinds of get-togethers. However, last night I forgot to check the agenda for the meeting at the Matrix Coffeehouse and went blindly to it.
When I find myself in those situations I should just go first and get it over. That’s what I should do, but I don’t.
The organizers asked each author to bring a digital copy of their text. They then read from a nearby platform. When each author was done they used the website I Write Like to analyze the selection. Although we humans were stumped the website came back with names like H.P. Lovecraft and Margaret Mitchell.
I enjoyed hearing everyone read their selection and even enjoyed the comparisons from the website.
Ten or eleven people had gone before my name came up. I read from the only thing I had, a paperback copy of Through Many Fires. Although I was nervous and did stumble, I think I read well, at least for me.
Since I didn’t have a digital copy, my text couldn’t be analyzed by the website so, they asked me to do it when I got home.
Okay, everyone here it is…