Of course that didn't happen and the reading went well (they almost always god well, I know I know; this has nothing to do with me freaking out or not). In case you weren't there and feel sad that you missed it, here's the play-by-play (thanks to G. for stellar photography).
Poet, bartender, Plan 99 Reading Series organizer, and swell guy David O'Meara introduced me. My lovely posse--Fred, me (note classic RR fear gesture), Myrna M. almost obscured, John M., and the back of L.'s head, showing off her very shiny hair.
An action shot--my approach to the mic.
Reading!
Myrna volunteered as "honourary cashier," rather above and beyond, I'd say. Here, making our first sale.
Signing a book (rock star!) while John keeps an eye on me--just as every editorial relationship should be.
Wow, that's a lot of pictures of me me me. My next post while be about something/someone else, promise. Thanks, Ottawa, Manx folks, and posse, for making it such an awesome weekend for me!
RR
2 comments:
i wish i could have been there! i reviewed some short stories of yours for rover arts mag and really wanted to make it out. glad you liked ottawa!
Oh, thanks, M! I really enjoyed that review! I've read in Ottawa two falls in a row, so I may be back again... I really love that town!
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