Apparently my writing career was not as dead as I thought it was. (Prone to tailspins? Moi?)
So that’s the good news.
The bad news is that the nerves were horrid. Before the interview. Before sitting down to write up the interview.
This does not bode well for future lessons.
I’m not talking a few butterflies. I mean full-on, hysterical, nervous attacks that are COMPLETELY out of proportion to a short interview with an amenable subject.
Lessons with lesson horses are the same. Utterly no reason to get that stressed about a simple ride on a kind school horse.
I know I can do it. I know it will go well. Really. I honestly and truly know that it will go well, even while I am nervous. Doesn’t help in the slightest. In either case.
I am so, so tired of having to go through that to get anything done.
I’ve talked to people.
I’ve talked to myself.
Nothing makes a difference.
It’s fun being me.
Why am I telling you this? Dunno. You’ve been with me this far. Figured you were due a report on my progress. Or lack thereof.
Follow-up note. Article turned out fine. Well-received by editor. This will not have the slightest influence on my behavior the next time.
Onwards!
Katherine
“it isn’t easy being me” (to slightly quote Kermit)