"My Sucky Valentine" was fantastic fun. Part of it was the crowd (good to see you! and you! you too!); part of it was the readers; part of it was the setting -- classy gallery juxtaposed with smutty art; and part of it was Thomas Roche himself. Weren't we talking about sweet and dirty the other day? Thomas is one of the sweetest people I know, and also one of the dirtiest. I adore him.
Until I read little piece of smutty fiction, everyone was reading memoir-ish pieces. That was interesting. It made me a little self-conscious. I made up an intro on the spot about having a low-drama love life, and yes, I heard those snickers, but it's mostly true. Varied and prolific, but low-drama :)
I had also been agonizing a little bit about my wardrobe, until I realized: I am wearing all black! One of the characters in my story is in perpetual mourning! Score!
I got a lot of compliments. Thank you, everyone. Thank you, too, for the invitation, the flower, the card, the company, and everything.
Until I read little piece of smutty fiction, everyone was reading memoir-ish pieces. That was interesting. It made me a little self-conscious. I made up an intro on the spot about having a low-drama love life, and yes, I heard those snickers, but it's mostly true. Varied and prolific, but low-drama :)
I had also been agonizing a little bit about my wardrobe, until I realized: I am wearing all black! One of the characters in my story is in perpetual mourning! Score!
I got a lot of compliments. Thank you, everyone. Thank you, too, for the invitation, the flower, the card, the company, and everything.