At the moment I anticipate five minutes of sweating, shaking, and tripping over words. Public speaking isn't a problem, I'm a hog for the karaoke mic, but reading out my own work is a daunting prospect. I'm freaking out a little. Or, a lot. But I'm practising, learning how to breathe. Pronunciate and annunciate, as my singing teacher used to say.
Help.
It'll be alright on the night. A friend has recommended rescue remedy in wine.
