I acutely embarrass MYSELF
Oct. 20th, 2015 12:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kassidy62An actor over at acx is reading my "Beneath the Neon Moon" book for an audio production. And I? Am a preteen. As I just wrote ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tipitiwitchet, "omg, i just giggled wildly out loud at 12 am in the kitchen because he read 'precome' - fucking help me Obiwan"
It's not him, it's me, and that's the truth. He seems a lovely fellow, but I am having trouble having an actor read my stuff--embarrassed to bits, positively squirming at times to listen through the chapters. I wrote this for God's sake! I know what's coming. He gets the romanticism and warmth growing between the characters in the midst of their fear, and I'm glad he does, but I'm spending a lot of my time clinging to a wall or hiding my head or or--
it reminds me of once when a guy friend had me read his attempt at writing sex. Not bad at all, but I still had my hand over my mouth reading it, and I managed a coherent response, nay, a mature response, but inside? I remember I once LEFT THE ROOM in the middle of composing my email back to him. I had to have a break from writing an email because I was squirming inside. Wtf?
tipitiwitchet, "omg, i just giggled wildly out loud at 12 am in the kitchen because he read 'precome' - fucking help me Obiwan"It's not him, it's me, and that's the truth. He seems a lovely fellow, but I am having trouble having an actor read my stuff--embarrassed to bits, positively squirming at times to listen through the chapters. I wrote this for God's sake! I know what's coming. He gets the romanticism and warmth growing between the characters in the midst of their fear, and I'm glad he does, but I'm spending a lot of my time clinging to a wall or hiding my head or or--
it reminds me of once when a guy friend had me read his attempt at writing sex. Not bad at all, but I still had my hand over my mouth reading it, and I managed a coherent response, nay, a mature response, but inside? I remember I once LEFT THE ROOM in the middle of composing my email back to him. I had to have a break from writing an email because I was squirming inside. Wtf?
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Date: 2015-10-20 10:18 am (UTC)This entire post made me laugh. I would be clinging to the wall, too! I feel awkward enough just having my husband or another fan edit my stories. Lol!
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Date: 2015-10-20 03:04 pm (UTC)Oh, and clutching my hair, literally, did I mention that? This is kind of soul-shriveling in a maniacal sorta way:)
duluth, you let your husband edit? No way could I do that!
Hmm... actually he offered suggestions when I was new to writing, and he was good, too, useful. But after he read sex scenes for us out loud one Saturday night while we were busy drinking, I can't even do that!
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Date: 2015-10-21 02:11 am (UTC)And my husband read through some of my earlier crap (I say crap because that is what it was) and was sweet about it, even offering good suggestions, as yours did, but I stopped asking him to look at my stuff right away. He has seen most my art, though!
Once this is over and the falsetto is out of your house, you will be okay. :D