Save Livejournal Month, Day 9: Spoken

[dotinthesky]

Image by Stella Wisdom

With the theatre’s lights back on, I spotted my boyfriend at the back with a brasilian friend: they had arrived just in time to hear me read.

I said goodbye to the poet Fergus Evans – the Awards’ project manager – and decamped to a pub next door.

Five pints in hand, conversation bloomed over literary nights – long gone and in our future – and the impossibility of owning a home in London (that inescapable topic.) I promised them I’d wear contact lenses if I ever did a reading again; I promised myself I’d read all of my work aloud from now on.

Comments

[picosgemeos.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I think it was a case of the-bungee-jump-rope-is-attached-to-you-just-jump-goddamit

;-)

[zenithed.livejournal.com]

Congrats also - will mean it's so much easier for next time.

[picosgemeos.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :-)