I forget where I heard that, if it was a hipster meme on a black sticker or part of that we-thought-it-was-Vonnegut commencement speech thing from a few years back (wear sunscreen), but I realized today that in the next month, I will be doing two things that really scare me.
1) In a week I will be handing my manuscript to Elinor for her reading and opinionating. I keep reminding myself, "if I am a no-talent hack, would Elinor have kept after me for ten years? No. She'd have dumped me in the river along with all the other no-talent hacks that have passed through her writing classes over the years." Still, the prospect of her saying, "well, Mo, this is balls. (she's the nicest woman ever, and would be really motherly and kind about it)" is still something I fear.
2) Chop-socky. Enough has been said about getting cut open and having one's costal cartilage removed.
So I am definitely doing exciting things if I'm scaring myself, profoundly, twice in a single month.
Geegsters have a surprise show tonight at Coldtowne. Come check it at 10 if you're in A-town, bored, and reading this.