Read last night at an open mic at Richard Hugo House. Forgot to put a stick of gum in my jean's pocket in case of dry mouth. Big mistake. Made it through the first page and then felt the unmistakable. Knew it would only get worse. It did. Prayed to the Goddess of Side Effects that my lips would not begin sticking to my teeth. She answered my prayer. Still. Amazing what dry mouth will do to a writer's on-stage persona. Like talking through cotton. Grim. Luckily, my story was grim.
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