Exposing Myself

Not completely, of course, but in a sort-of way. I read a flash fiction piece for the Vernal Equinox comp through in Glasgow a couple of nights ago. It was my second time in front of the mike and just like the previous time I was first up. That’s good, I thought, get it over and done with; sit back and listen to everyone else. There was no relaxing – only churning over the reading’s post-mortem. Was my voice audible/well-paced/non-squeaky? The story can be read here

Does speaking in public get any easier? Does speaking your very own crafted words in public get easier?

*idea* – perhaps competition organisers should have us reading one another’s work? I quite fancied the story about the woman with the continuously-growing hair.


Photo blurred, probably owing to me shoving my phone into my (unknown) neighbour’s hands and asking her to take a photo just before I went up.


p.s. happy Summer Solstice



Author: boyleblethers

A serious part-time writer who would like to be a serious full-time writer, Sharon lives in East Lothian with family, dreaming of having more than a drawer in the dining room as her 'office'. She has been published on-line and in printed magazines and anthologies.

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