On Tuesday evening, the local Corsettes headed for a coffee house for Open Mic night.
My plan was to read from Kiss in the Wind, and the others came to cheer me on and supply chocolate if things went awry. Which they didn’t. Much.
I had a little glitch due to the placement of the microphone (necessary to pick up my quiet voice) and the (apparently) too-small window of my progressive lenses. So instead of looking down at the page then up at the audience as I read, I had to wave the book slowly back and forth in front of my face in order to see the words.
Everyone was kind about it.
And the other stories were wonderful. Some were otherworldly, some thought-provoking, one evocative of bickering with my sister in the backseat of the car while our dad grew ever more incensed, and another funny. I’m so glad I went!
I’m grateful to the Corsettes for coming out on a winter evening, and I’m thankful for the chance to hear all those other writers share the stories of their hearts.
Wishing you a happy Friday with the right lenses for viewing the world,