Thursday, Tom and I are speaking at a pre-professional conference for English majors at BYU Idaho. I have been avoiding writing the talk for many days now. I'm incubating, as creative folks like to say. It sounds good, but it's pretty much a load of crappy procrastination.
Tom finished his talk a day ago and is actually having to cut it. Grrr.
The talk will be done by Thursday. What I'm worried about is the question/answer period. I've forgotten everything I ever knew and more. I'm actually making a list of books and authors I've read over the last several months, because someone is sure to ask me what I read, and if I don't study the list, I won't remember.
But do you know what the first chapter is called in Roger Rosenblatt's book on aging? IT DOESN'T MATTER. And he's right. If I can't remember, I'll have to say so, and it won't matter.
Ask me something I know. Ask me my name.
I'll write again after the deed is done.