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I haven’t slept since.
I wheeze.
It has been two years since I’ve stood in front of a group of writers and offered encouragement. I’m not in that “place” anymore—if you know what I mean.
Fear? Insecurity? Procrastination?
I have a feeling I’m going to be the kind of speaker I hate; the one that gives a good title but a talk that has nothing to do with it. Ever wander into one of those sessions? I have—too many times.
Inspiring?
















