But, fighting fatique, I hauled my brain into gratitude mode, and, with roadie Arwen, my books over to the Peachtree City Library for An Evening of American Pie & Poetry. It was an astonishing night. One of the organizers counted over 60 people--a shocker, frankly. Before the event started, we writers had our typical conversation: "Wonder how many will come tonight..." Kudos to Paul Lentz for a stellar PR job, and a crew of worker bees who helped set up, serve coffee and goodies, and Tom Watts, working his folk/Americana/blue music.
My new French poet friend (from the Books Down South event) showed up. A number of colleagues showed up, plus new fans and the usual suspects of fellow writers from our writers' circle. Pies were sliced, Blue Donkey Coffee served. There was a festive, expectant air--helped no doubt by the approaching holiday.
And off we went...me in the hot seat with first position, followed by a fantastic story teller reading one of Paul's stories, and fellow FLP poet Sara DeLuca, reading her works. Tom played a set, and then we reprised poems, story, poems. The evening was over before we knew it. And, IMHO, a home run. Thanks to all who made it happen, who listened, supported, participated, served.
In fact, I'm already at work on reprising what proved to be a very successful formula. Watch this space for another event in January. In the meantime, I'll close the year out with one more event in December:
You can also order your stocking stuffers here: link for The Boatman's Daughter, and Poems from the Boatyard is now available on Kindle.
Have a very happy and meaningful Thanksgiving!