I am humiliated.
Oh, not from the workshop. That was someone else's story, and between long silences we talked about it some. We are not a chatty group.
And not about the reading, which was quite good.
Not even about breaking the little lamp I brought when I hit it with my giant bag of holding.
Oh no. It's my manuscript.
You see, this story I submitted is an older one, and was one lost in last year's Giant Hard Drive Mishap. I had to retype it from an old draft. I couldn't really get anyone to proof it, and I'd done what I could. It is, however, impossible to really proof one's own work.
I'm finding all those typos now. I could vomit. It's abysmal. This particular story had been proofed and in final draft form before. Now...ugh. I just cannot fully express the horror.
Anyway, I will talk to the group leader tomorrow and get fresh, clean, mostly proofed copies to the group. I could still vomit.