Last Rites at the Baltimore Hostel on Sunday, and good times were had! Laura van der Berg read, and she apparently taught at my alma mater not too long after I graduated. She teaches at Gilman now, where my dad went until he, ahem, left for greener pastures at Boy's Latin. Smalltimore, indeed. Anyway, the Last Rites crew are a fun bunch, and they invited me to read in January, so hopefully I'll have something half-decent prepared by then.
I also read from Cat's Cradle at a Banned Book reading on campus, which was sparsely attended but still fun. It's not often that I get to use the phrase "wide open beavers" in a public forum (I was referring to a different book of Vonnegut's, but it still seemed appropriate), and I need to do so more often. I'm going to make a real effort to attend more open mics/readings in the future, as well; I'm not normally a joiner of things, but there's a weird energy in parts of Baltimore's literary community that I like, and I need to put my work out there more than I do. I keep saying that, I know, but that's because if I don't constantly remind myself of my promotional failings, I will continue to spend my free time watching Netflix in my underpants instead of making a name for myself. There are a couple of readings this month that I'll do my best to make, schedule permitting, and a rare Buzzov-en show on the 1st that I'm rather excited about.
But before all that happens, I've got homework to finish. Ta.