My first ever reading was at Mac's Backs on Jan 28th. It was a whirlwind for me which you can read about here. It was a wonderful evening, which was great, and then I kind of bottomed out the next day, feeling vulnerable and exposed. I guess it's all part of the process of writing memoir, especially memoir which deals with family secrets and dysfunction. I can't help but think it must be a completely different thing to write fiction.
I am so appreciative to everyone who turned out for the event.
I'll remember it forever.
