Read at the Rose on Thursday night. Nervous beforehand. My friend Rachel from work was there and she kept taking my psychic temperature. "Do you want me to hold your hand? Do you want a hug? Another beer?" "It's non-alcoholic," I said. "Oh...well, then beer isn't going to help you." Wouldn't have minded weaving up there and being incomprehensible. Of course, I'd never want to go back. When I told Rachel today I also did Write-O-Rama, an all day writing workshop at Hugo House on Saturday, she said, "Then you're up to your ankles." Don't know exactly what she meant but I like it.
About Me
- Naomi S
- A few things I know for sure. That revolving doors make me nervous. That, sometimes, it takes courage to do the simplest things. That the moment in a theatre before the stage lights come on is exquisite. That poetry is often "one short step to the good ground (May Swenson)." That I love swimming anywhere but especially in swimming pools.
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