Removing the Rust

Hey, so, uh, I’m going to, uh, write a new solo performance that’s going up in the Frigid Festival in February. And guess what? I’m scared shitless. I’ve got some great people working around me and I feel I’ve gotten the snot knocked out of me putting up my other shows. I’ve been thinking about this show for awhile and I haven’t been able to buckle down. Maybe my Muse has decided to lay low. Maybe I’m scared I’ll be putting myself out there and saying things people won’t like. I guess I need to sit quietly until I can hear what’s in my heart and blurt that out. Let the chips fall and then try to pick up from there. Sometimes it’s hard just getting up on the surfboard and catching that first wave. Once I do, though, I don’t want to go back to dry land.