Do you ever talk to yourself when you’re home alone? Of course you do; everyone does. But is it a monologue? Does it ever go on for more than five minutes?
If so, then you know what my afternoon has been like. I’ve been practicing for a reading I’m doing at Book Passage in Corte Madera next Sunday. Practicing consists of standing in the middle of my living room and reading my story out loud to nobody. I’m not normally especially chatty, so hearing my own voice for eight minutes straight (which is an improvement over my initial speed-talking 7:30) takes some getting used to.
Which is exactly the idea, of course.
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