Bardic Rumination ('scuse me...)

A thread in t_bard 's LJ (about performance and competitions) reminded me of something I had assimilated before I started singing again, from Piers Anthony's Blue Adept:

( Excerpt, three paragraphs.... )

I have been blessed with some gifts for entertainment.    My biggest challenge is to focus on actions  (like solo rehearsal) whether I feel capable or not.    That feeling is never there for me until I've been in front of the audience for a minute or so.     But I don't get there as often as I'd like because of the effort of getting enough repetitions under my belt for a clean performance.    I sometimes feel shy talking about this, because I've had colleagues jump on me for being disingenuous.     I guess it's like a pretty girl with dysmorphia(or whatever that twisted vision is that leads to anorexia or surgical addiction or things like that) in a milder form:    the one person who can't see/hear what is obvious to everbody else is me, because the view from in here is from a different angle  8)

Going to do a show now, must warm up...