Why Do You Write?




This past Summer I was invited  along with a few others to sit on a Local Authors’ Panel at the library and share a few words. The irony was not wasted on me. It has always been a struggle for me to  speak in public. Which is a double irony since I seemed to be comfortable shouting out orders like a Marine Sergeant to thirty or more people, or get on stage in a bikini, posing for hundreds.

Why then, would I be uncomfortable terrified of speaking or more specifically, reading my written words in public?


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