Owl's Nest - oh what a night!
I studied. I made notes. I bought macarons, prosecco, and made Goldmitty bags for folx to take home. And then I read. I worried people were bored so I stopped. Give them a chance to leave without things becoming uncomfortable.
"Do you want me to keep reading?" I asked.
"Yes!" the crowd (of 20) responded.
People shouted out random page numbers for me to read from. Page 22. Page 47.
There were a few questions from the audience;
"How did you come up with the characters?"
"Was it hard for two artists to work in parallel lines?"
"Will the paintings stay together?"
To read my book in front of a crowd at a REAL LIFE bookstore has been one of the great successes of my life journey. I am grateful for the love and support from my friends and family.
Yours in faithful frivolity and other unslightly sins.
The Absinthe-Minded Curator
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