Last night was Open Mic night for the Baltimore Writer’s Association at the Baltimore Chop Bookshop. It was my first ever public reading. It went well, and was well received–though a little nerve-racking. It was hard following the man who wrote a meditation on a teaspoon that was so beautiful it made me cry. Seriously.
Other writer’s read from their spiritual memoirs, travel memoirs, literary fiction, short stories, poetry. I’m not sure how to classify the twenty minute rant on how terrible the Twilight books are for our culture, but it was certainly interesting and had some valid points.
What impressed me most was the diversity of what was read. Each person was so unique. The writing was of a very high quality. The audience was very supportive. It was a great experience for me.
In other literary news, I saw today that John Updike died. Why have I never read a single thing by the man? Anyone have any Updike recommendations?