It makes all my foot-stomping you-can’t-make-me skills come to the fore.
The process of evaluation, the judging, the possibility that they will look and find me lacking – these break me out in a cold sweat. I wish I could be slightly narcissistic and see this experience as an opportunity to talk about me and my razzle-dazzle, but the darn truth is, I don’t trade in that malarkey. I should, I know I should, if I want to ‘get places’ and ‘be someone’.
I have to create a pitch video, too! If you’ve read my posts, you’ll know I’m hyperventilating into a paper bag at this thought. I hide from normal cameras, preferring to be the photographer. Now you want my lips to move, my face not to make weird contortions, and sense to issue from my lips – all at the same time?
But in the spirit of 2015, you know I’m going to do this. I’m going to grit my effing teeth, hone my blurb, edit, edit, edit, and hit submit by November 4th. This is a huge step outside my comfort zone and a huge reach, and I just have to do it.
Because how on earth am I ever going to convince my daughter to shoot for the stars if I don’t do it myself?