I’m reading at BOLO!
I was trying to come up with some clever opening to this post, but decided that direct was best. But in case you’ve gotten this far and somehow missed it:
I’M READING AT BOLO!
And so perhaps now would be a good time to tell you: I’m scared shitless. When Lynn sent emails to the readers, she asked if we had any questions. I had just one:
WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING??
I’ve blogged about my awkwardness before. I’m even toying with the idea of telling you the story of my 8th grade public speaking disaster. But what is not commonly known is that I spent a chunk of the last BOLO hyperventilating in the bathroom. For realz.
And I WASN’T EVEN READING.
So what was I thinking? Maybe it was the sheer joy of being able to hand something in before deadline (handy that the deadline is announced after the posts are already written). Maybe it was because my friends were doing it (always a good reason). But I think Finola hit the nail on the head with this clever moniker:
introverted attention whore
Guilty as charged.
So, are you coming to BOLO?