Last Sunday afternoon, with a cold coming on, I bundled up, got in the car with a woman I’d met through one of my Writer Babes, and we drove close to an hour to audition (oywhaaaaat?) for a spoken-word event that takes place over the Mother’s Day weekend.
In this show, writers write something on the theme of mothers (being one, having one, not being one … whatever) … a basic Writer Babe-like prompt where you just write and go wherever it takes you. Then, the chosen people read their pieces at this event in May. I heard about it through the day-job, and my gut response was: That’s cool … and terrifying.
So even though it scared the bedoobedoops out of me, I thought I should put my big-girl pants on and give it a go … just to get out there.
I really don’t know how actors do it; I felt pretty good about what I’d written, but when I walked into this big room where two people were sitting behind a desk, I read my thing, and they nodded and said thank you, and that was it.
I walked out thinking: I SUCK. It SUCKED. Why did I share that story? It was such a downer; I should have gone with something entertaining, because I AM so FUCKING entertaining. (aaaaaaaaah!)
You might think that after all these years of writing and sharing my stuff with my Writer Babes, I’d know better. But it took me a while to remember: My stuff is my stuff. It doesn’t have to be great according to anyone else, it doesn’t have to be entertaining (unless it is), and sometimes, just showing up and being brave is the point. If they liked it, great. If they didn’t … that’s OK.
I wrote a thing, I shared it and I showed up. Challenge accepted. I’m glad I did it.
But seriously. How do actors do it?
(follow up note: i “got the part.” 🙂 here’s me doing my reading at listen to your mother, NJ.)