Today’s photo is a bit of a cheat, since it was taken a little after midnight, but I didn’t have the wherewithal to take a photo during Underword. So instead you have a self-portrait of me being so happy to be a part of such a great National Flash Fiction Day event, in the company of such accomplished writers and performers.
For my part, I read “The Kettle and I”, which was a difficult story to read because of its stilted rhythm and ridiculously depressing ending. Next time I will choose a different type of piece. But I got lots of great feedback from friends new and old, so I am not sad about it one bit, and looking forward to participating in future events.
At every reading I’ve ever done, there is a beautiful moment right after the nerve-wracking walk to the stage and adjustment of the mic, and right before I get lost in telling the story. During this moment, I am reminded of how much I love sharing what I write with other people. I wish I could bottle this moment so I could uncap it and shake a little out on myself every time I feel crappy about writing.