This morning, I had thirty-five days to get ready for the feature I’m doing. Now I have eight.
Long story, but due to some unavoidable circumstances I’ve just been asked to feature on October 12 instead of November 9 as originally scheduled. So now I have eight days. The chapbook I was going to make for the reading doesn’t exist, unless I want to do a quick and dirty job within a week. While working on a couple of special poems I really wanted to have ready.
The little kid in me is throwing a tiny tantrum because she wanted everything to be perfect. It’s only the second actual feature I’ve ever done, so the novelty has not worn off. I really want to be amazing, and I need to understand that’s not how all of this works.
It’s not. If I bring my desire for everything to be perfect and impressive, I’ll be distracted from being authentic.
Lori Lynne Armstrong 