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  • My short story was published in a regional literary magazine. I am always thrilled to see my work in print. My latest byline is just as exciting as my first byline so many years ago. The editor asked me if I would consent to read my story at an event she was having and I said sure.

    The reading was hard for me. I was reading a highly personal story in front of an audience of strangers. Although fictional, I gave my character the ambiguous feelings I had felt at the dissolution of my marriage. The character complains about the neighbor's dog - it is always barking. But when the neighbor moves away, she misses the dog. It was my attempt at a metaphor for missing my marriage, even though it had not been the happiest of unions.

    I felt unbalanced and a bit embarrassed standing at the podium. My hands were shaking a little. Mentally, I had to keep telling myself to slow the hell down. I was reading each sentence a bit faster than the sentence before. I confess that I love the anonymity of the page.

    I felt physically spent and tremendous relief when at last the reading was over. I hadn't realized that reading my work aloud would be so hard.

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