So I'm about to drive off down south in preparation for doing a public reading at Sh! in London tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it - I'm nervous, but I haven't got to the rabbit-in-the-headlights-panic stage ... yet.
I don't have a great voice, but I don't mind reading out loud ... much. I just concentrate on trying to do the story justice. Don't gabble. Don't drone. I've filled my copy of the book with little pencil notes, tweaking the text to make it more intelligible to a listening audience. Removing plot details that don't add anything in an out-of-context excerpt. Adding the odd "he said" and "she said" to unattributed dialogue. I owe it to the story.
Which in this case is my Best Bondage Erotica 2011 tale: The Ingénue. Corruption of the innocent! Men in bonds!
Where and When? Here
And as for how nervous we're all going to be - Justine Elyot (who's going to be reading there too) says it much better than me in her post The Fear :-)