My family has left, and there is a certain emptiness/sadness. Though I got very, very little work done, and I am exhausted, it was so nice having so many people around. I think as writers we forget how isolating our profession can be.
My parents and sisters and nephews came to hear me read for the first time last night. I participated in an open mic (DimeStories) and I was proud of the entourage I brought with me. I was especially excited when my nephews asked me questions afterward about my story: questions involving symbolism and symmetry. Perhaps there is more writing talent in my family than meets the eye. Last month, I was chosen for “Best Of” – you can listen to “The Pinocchio Syndrome” here.
I also have a short piece up at Monday Night Lit titled, “Chennai.” I am doing a reading with this journal in Oakland in October. They are a fantastic group of women. The stories they publish tend to be very image-oriented and emotion-laden. They are very enjoying and alarming to read.
I sent out the first of many press releases this week for my book (the only thing I really did do), and I received an inquiry from the Rio Rancho Observer. They want to do a story on me. Yay! It’s a small paper, but any press at this point is good press.