So my friends and greatest supporters, tomorrow is D Day and I’m sick. Not actually sick, but sick with nerves. As I told you before, (here) I’ve agreed to write a weekly column in the Feelgood supplement of The Irish Examiner, an Irish national newspaper and tomorrow the first one will be published.
I’ve only told a handful of people in my real world, and of course all of you online. Some of my friends are wondering why, when I post so regularly, and often painfully honestly, would I be so nervous and embarrassed about writing in a newspaper? I think it’s because, in my imagination, I like to believe everyone reading this blog is American. Of course I know you’re not, and forgive me if I’ve insulted some of you with my imaginings, but what I really mean, is that I like to think that all who read my ruminations live on another continent.
I’ve prepared myself for reading the article I’ve written and feeling the urge to change every word. Maybe the only way to deal with that will be to send in the articles and be done? But I’m pretty sure the urge to look will probably overwhelm me. Bad and all as it may be to read and wish to edit it, the thought of seeing my picture next to the column fills me with even greater dread. Those of you who ‘know’ me online will know I don’t do photographs, but that’s the way it’s done so no hiding.
I’ll put up a link as soon as I can, possibly on Saturday, so you can all smile and imagine my peeping at it through my fingers. Despite my feeling sick, a part of me is hoping that in time I grow in confidence, begin to really ‘own’ ‘my column’ and learn to love writing in it as much as I do here. Who would have thought when I published my first post here three years ago, that this would ever happen to me? Thanks to all of you who have read, commented and encouraged me along the way.
Now what time is it? How many more hours until tomorrow? There’s only one way through this…pass the wine.