casacarona had arranged a reception in my honor, and I was to speak for an hour. I wound up in a room full of people from Tom D all the way to the newest intern, and I just freaking died. I mean, dead house. Jay not funny. Audience not laughing. People wandering away or chattering amongst themselves.It was hilarious in a humiliating sort of way. Painful, too. Sort of like the beginning of Funny Bones [ imdb ] (a movie I highly recommend).
In case you don't know me in real life, I have pretty much zero fear of public speaking, and am in fact quite capable of being a terrible mic hog. In other words, this wasn't a speaking anxiety dream, because I simply don't have those. I do however have some perfectly lovely publishing anxieties, which apparently decided to go out for a walk in the dream park last night.