Wednesday, December 18, 2019

A FRAUD

A familiar dream. I'm hired to do a lecture and I arrive without having the least idea of what to say. I have made no preparations. I'm thinking I might talk about how I became a writer, but that seems off-topic. Perhaps I should talk about my last visit to New York? But I can't remember anything about it. There's a large crowd of people, so I get very alarmed, but it turns out most of them had come to the wrong event and they all leave. I'm left with just a handful of participants, which means I can turn it into a group discussion--which leaves me off the hook.

I've had a variation of this dream more times than I can count. I assume it's a hangover from my academic days, when I felt like such a fraud...

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