{"id":122,"date":"2010-08-19T15:12:00","date_gmt":"2010-08-19T15:12:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/stage-fright\/"},"modified":"2010-08-19T15:12:00","modified_gmt":"2010-08-19T15:12:00","slug":"stage-fright","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/stage-fright\/","title":{"rendered":"Stage Fright"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Last weekend I did something out of the ordinary, something scary. I performed a monologue at our neighborhood talent show. <\/p>\n<p>Acting used to be a regular part of my life. I took drama in junior high, high school and college. I even performed this same humorous monologue (about a mother-of-the-bride who&#8217;s daughter won&#8217;t come out of the bathroom and get married) in front of a high school&nbsp;auditorium full of people. <\/p>\n<p>But doing acting again after all these years and in front of people&nbsp;I see on a regularly basis really made me nervous. What if I forgot my lines? What if no one laughed? What if they all thought I was weird (most of them didn&#8217;t even know I&#8217;d ever done anything like this)? <\/p>\n<p>I really wanted to back out &#8211; big time. Still, I&#8217;d already told my kids about it and how I was scared. I wanted them to know grown-ups get scared too, but we can all do hard, scary things. <\/p>\n<p>So I performed it and the monologue went great! In fact, I even won&nbsp;second place and a chance to perform at the next stage of the competition. <\/p>\n<p>As I prepare to query my third completed novel in the next month, I think this will be my mantra &#8211; I can do hard, scary things! Because you just never know how they&#8217;ll turn out or what you really can do,&nbsp;until you try.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Last weekend I did something out of the ordinary, something scary. I performed a monologue at our neighborhood talent show. Acting used to be a regular part of my life. I took drama in junior high, high school and college. I even performed this same humorous monologue (about a mother-of-the-bride who&#8217;s daughter won&#8217;t come out [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-122","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=122"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/122\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=122"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=122"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=122"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}