Good Intentions. Yikes.

Okay. I actually went in the door and stayed at the local coffee house for 15 entire minutes and lemme tell you, that was brave of me. What a sissypants I am, I know. I'd gone up there with the intention of going up and reading a bit, one of the funny bits, from my 2006 novel, Just For You to Know.  Man oh man, I've talked in front of many a roomful of people, but they've been people who know of me and my work. Young strangers - that's a whole 'nother deal.