Tonight was my reading. I meant to take a picture at the bar with my story leaning up against my cocktail and the dark atmosphere really setting the stage. But I forgot. I was nervous and then I was busy listening to the others (I went second) and then I was talking with my friends that came out and then I was talking with the other people in my class and before you knew it, I was home and instead of a dark, atmospheric photo, you got a picture of my Sunday paper and my reading. But you already read it earlier in the week.
Things to note about this experience: I loved it. It was very fun to get up in front of people and read something I wrote. I practiced a lot and thought throughout my many practice sessions, “there is absolutely nothing I can cut from this.” Then when reading I left out entire sentences, thinking, “yep, that doesn’t actually need to be said.” It was very interesting to observe that going down. The lights meant I couldn’t see anyone while I read. That was unfortunate, as I would have loved to see some expressions. But I could hear a bit of laughter in parts, so that was cool.