—with some pretty great quotes and photos!
APRIL was extremely lucky to see Rich Smith’s face at every APRIL event this year. His smart and entertaining coverage ends with the verdict that
“All the readings worked, felt different from each other, featured different sorts of literature, and challenged received notions about where literature belongs. And, ultimately, the festival set up a context that strengthened and created new connections among Seattle’s art worlds, and among the nation’s independent literature scene in general.”
Much thanks to City Arts Magazine for sharing APRIL’s authors as well as our junk foods and other party refuse with Seattle all week long. Rich Smith, surely you are endowed with a liver as strong as ten men’s and a second heart filled only with language.
Read every day here:
MON: Launch Party
TUES: Happy Hour #1 and “A Poet, A Playwright, A Novelist and a Drag Queen”
WED: Happy Hour #2 and Vignettes + APRIL
THURS: Happy Hour #3 and All Made Up (with the Satori Group)
FRI: Pizza Party
SAT: Independent Publishing Expo and Closing Party
One night’s reading isn’t enough—bring the 2014 APRIL authors home to keep (via their books)! Links to buy books directly from their independent publishers:
Ryan Boudinot, Blueprints of the Afterlife and Misconception (Black Cat)
Zubair Ahmed, City of Rivers (McSweeney’s)
Matt Briggs, Virility Rituals of North American Teenage Boys and Double E (Publication Studio)
Richard Chiem, You Private Person (Scrambler Books)
Donald Dunbar, Eyelid Lick (Fence) and Slow Motion German Adjectives (Mammoth Editions)
Eroyn Franklin, Another Glorious Day at the Nothing Factory, Just Sheets, Detained and more handmade books and comics on Eroyn’s website
Mark Leidner, Beauty Was the Case That They Gave Me (Factory Hollow Press) and The Angel in the Dream of Our Hangover (Sator Press)
Kate Lebo, A Commonplace Book of Pie (Chin Music)
Jac Jemc, My Only Wife (Dzanc)
Lauren Ireland, Dear Lil Wayne (Magic Helicopter) and The Arrow (Coconut Books)
Shin Yu Pai, Aux Arcs and Equivalence (La Alameda Press), Adamantine (White Pine Press)
Ed Skoog, Rough Day and Mister Skylight (Copper Canyon Press)
Maged Zaher, Thank You for the Window Office (Ugly Duckling Press) and Portrait of the Poet as an Engineer (Pressed Wafer)
Kids, what a blast it was. So much fun was had, it took me an extra couple days to get this last post up.
Saturday was a dream. I walked over to the APRIL bookfair, grabbed a mimosa and got to browsing.
I stocked up on way to many books and talked to not enough publishers.
I ate a blt latke sandwich and then Kellen kindly interviewed me, complete with a wandering pug who showed up in my lap for a good part of the interview. I went for a long walk and had a delightful, low-key dinner at Tallulah’s with Amber Nelson.
I arrived at Vermillion for the closing party and drank the tallest glass of grapefruit juice. What an awesome space! Business (a gallery) in the front, and party (a bar) in back. A. Minetta Gould, Cameron Pierce, and Mark Leidner brought it for the final night. DJ Res rounded things out and there was more dancing to be had.
I am so, so thankful to everyone who had anything to do with APRIL. I had such an incredible time and it was such an honor to be the first writer-in-residence. Thanks to Tara, Willie, Frances, and Kellen. Thanks to all the readers and performers and designers and videographers and publishers and hanger-outers. Thanks to all the pizza and the praise be to the whiskey gods. Pat yourself on the backs. You earned it.
Yesterday I needed a reboot. I stayed in getting work and writing and napping done and reading Claire Vaye Watkin’s Battleborn.This is the only picture I took yesterday, but it seemed appropriate.
I met up for a rosemary lemon soda at Oddfellows with my friend Jen Towner. Jen showed me these intricate grief drawings she’s been working on and told me of an upcoming project about road trips, where she’ll drive to Vermont and back, stopping at the Vermont Studio Center for a month, and doing slide shows and talking to people about road trips. It seems like the project could be super expansive and I can’t wait to see what comes of it.
At the pizza party at Hugo House, I drew on the paper table cloths with crayons and ate pizza and drank a delicious root beer float. Donald Dunbar flipped my mind around with some incredible poetry. I especially liked his take on a dedication page for his book Eyelid Lick which he allowed to flower and metastasize in a satisfying way.
We also got to hear some new work from Mark Leidner. I’m paraphrasing, but one line of a poem said something like, “Believing in God is like doing a really really really hard Magic Eye.” I like how he really takes his time at the mic. I get nervous and read quickly, but he seems so calm and considered up there.
Finally Eroyn Franklin took the stage, reading from her book Another Glorious Day at the Nothing Factory accompanied by lovely, grotesque paper cuts that accompany each passage in the book. I hope there might be copies of this at the bookfair today because I would love to read it, but I ran away pretty much immediately after the reading ended.
Walking home I thought about how I’d spend the rest of the evening, and a movie seemed like the right speed for me. I’d passed the Harvard Exit movie theater on a walk some day this week and seen a poster for the new Lars von Trier, Nymphomaniac Vol.1. What a beautiful little building. I felt like I was in an old, swanky campus building from Good Will Hunting or something. Wikipedia tells me that it used to be the Women’s Century Club and it’s haunted by a woman in 1920s garb.
Usually I like von Trier’s work, but this one felt like a bit of a miss to me. It felt silly (a running metaphor of fly fishing and a wide-eyed Stellan Skarsgard flipping all of Charlotte Gainsbourg’s shame on itself like a “Gee whiz, that’s not so bad” machine). The dialogue felt flabby. Uma Thurman shows up in a scene that is entirely strange and incongruous with the rest of the film. The screen is taken over by equations and visual metaphors at times that feel both easy and reaching. Anyway, I’ll see the second one in the hopes that all of this will resolve itself. And I will have Rammstein’s “Fuhre Mich” in my head for the rest of the week. That is a gift Lars has given me.
First, make someone else throw the party. Then, have a great time.
Yesterday, after working all day and attempting to revise some fiction, I took a stroll down from my apartment in Capitol Hill to the International District. Someone made a yarn sculpture on this broken fence.
I wandered through Uwajimaya on the recommendation of no less than three friends, and considered finally trying durian, but thought that might be poor roommate behavior. Not everyone wants to smell rot while they’re on vacation.
Also considered purchasing this pig head and wearing it as a necklace to the readings.
I walked through Kinokuniya, too, and bought a pen and notebook. Then I found this sleeping (dead) pigeon and felt like a jerk for taking a picture.
I grabbed a slice of cherry pepper wasabi pineapple pizza at World Pizza, and was off to the happy hour reading at Bush Garden.
Darren Davis read a couple pieces, but mostly one that was about video games that I really loved. I’m not really into video games, but I feel like he might have just kickstarted a new obsession for me thinking about story and how it’s transformed when someone’s talking about an experience, but it’s not real life experience, and how we process that differently, and goals and objectives in life and in games. So good.
I was thrilled to get to see Lauren Ireland read, too. I picked up her book “Dear Lil Wayne” at AWP, and her reading was as hilarious as I hoped it would be. Lauren’s mom was in the audience, a dynamic I always love, and there were several boisterous tables of ladies having dinner that the readers had to holler over, but everyone was a trooper and persevered.
At the All Made Up Fiction Showcase, it was hit after hit. A charming photo booth was set up with a couch and wall paper and “I am a liar” scrawled on the wall in lipstick and framed photos of famed liars. People walking in got bombarded with powder and lipstick. Signature cocktails were being mixed at the bar. People were invited to write down stories of something they’d stolen and take a piece of wisdom from Mum’s Advice Jar. It was a real party!
Tara took the stage in a sequin dress and long red wig to introduce the first set of performances. The Satori Group translated the tone of an excerpt of Richard Chiem’s work in progress, King of Joy, with electronically futzed up Gillian Welch and lipstick on mirrors and a face rinsed with milk. I’m so impressed by how well the performance pieces matched each of the readings, and added to hearing them read.
We took a little break and then Tara was back onstage in a platinum wig and belly shirt. She’s a transformer, I think. What a champ.
The Satori Group performed their interpretation of Matt Briggs’ work with a manic exploration of innocence and lust that paired well with the left turns of Matt’s work.
We took another break and I checked in with Sparkle Leigh, who was applying makeup to the lucky winner of the raffle. So pretty!
Finally, Willie took the stage in drag, identifying himself as Tara. I am kicking myself that I didn’t get my camera out fast enough to capture this. Drat.
I am so, so thankful to the Satori group for the amazing performance they developed in response to my story, “Filch and Rot.” The ladies started out sharing the stories people had contributed about stealing, pulling teeth out of their mouths and spitting. They performed a slick rendition of Lil Mama’s “Lip Gloss” (more rap at all the readings, please) and smeared themselves with lipstick and clutched dirt. It was all so visceral; I just couldn’t be more thrilled with having gotten to work with them.
Then: a dance party! I had such fun. The APRIL crew definitely knows how to throw a party. All. Week. Long.
Tonight, join us at the Pizza Party at Hugo House to hear Mark Leidner, Donald Dunbar, and Eroyn Franklin. Also: root beer floats. I think that might be precisely what my liver needs.
It seems wild to think we’re at the halfway point of APRIL already, but here we are!
Yesterday I took a stroll in the rain to Ada’s Technical Books. It’s a beautifully designed store and the selection is fascinating. Most of the books there have a tie to science - programming, psychology, engineering, science fiction, physics, architecture - the list goes on. Also: cookbooks! I love when people view cooking as a science. Also: an art! Science and art: two sides of the same coin, right?
In addition to books, they also have tons of gadget kits and science-y materials. You can buy sets to make your own very basic Simon Game and build models. Bins mounted on the walls hold resistors and optical fibers and tons of other little doohickies I didn’t know what to do with. I grabbed lunch for myself there as well - warm lentil salad with arugula and toasted coconut and yogurt, and a bowl of sunchoke bisque: all delicious.
In Seattle, even on the gloomy days, there is such a wild variety of green all over the place. What are these little gems?
I also like that every apartment building has a prominently displayed name - Abonita, The Swansonia, The Constantine. Chicago really doesn’t go to the trouble.
The big experiment of the afternoon was calling Winterlife Cooperative to set up a delivery, which turned out not to seem that adventurous at all. My pot-smoking days are far behind me, but I have a slight obsession with learning how alternative forms of transaction like this work.
You are probably thinking, “What are you talking about?” I will give you an example! When in New York last fall, I spent an afternoon trying to figure out how to purchase a counterfeit Louis Vuitton handbag. I had no actual desire to own a LV purse, but I wanted to figure out all the hoops you needed to jump through. I wandered around asking if store owners had back rooms, was asked to leave for offending some of those store owners, was let into back rooms by others, haggled on price and left without purchasing said handbag, started a conversation with a nice lady on the street, ogled her laminated visual guide to fake bags, pointed to one, followed her down the street, was transferred to another lady’s care, waited on a street corner with several other women who already had counterfeit bags they’d previously purchased, talked to them about their desire for fake, fancy bags, was passed the purse I’d requested in a black trash bag, threatened to walk away until the price was next to nothing, and then sat in my hotel room staring at the bag wondering who I could give it to who would enjoy owning it. All of it was absolutely worth the $30 I paid for the bag.
In my mind, arranging a pot delivery would be similarly fascinating, but, all told, it was pretty straightforward, and everything felt like it was on the up-and-up. I called the company, and a very nice gentleman identified himself as “The Wolverine.” The Wolverine asked if I wanted to set up a delivery. I confirmed. The Wolverine said he’d have a driver call me, which she did, letting me know she’d arrive within an hour. When she got to the apartment about two hours later, I had to go sit in her car with her and tell her what I’d like to purchase. She handed me the chocolate bar and truffles and I handed her my cash, and then, like I did with the purse, I sat in my room staring at what I’d bought and wondering who I could pass it to. There are many people to thank this week so it should not be difficult to find worthy recipients.
I spent the free time in my afternoon revising the novel I’m working on and then met an old friend, Caroline Clough, from grad school at Montana for Moscow Mules. I feel hyper-aware of how popular Moscow Mules are in Seattle. Back home, they’ll appear on the cocktail list occasionally, but it seems like it’s the drink of choice here, especially when it’s on tap.
Caroline writes a terrific blog called Meals I Have Eaten. Don’t be fooled, it’s about so much more than that. Most recently she moved to Whidbey Island to work at the Glendale Shepherd farm, making sheep’s milk cheese and generally doing what she wants with her life. I’m so impressed by huge life changes like this. I don’t think I have the guts for something like this.
The Happy Hour reading at Blindfold Gallery was surrounded by Justin Duffus’ show, “Sleeping Arrangements.” The paintings are gorgeous depictions of the night, often with the glare of a spotlight or headlights pulling figures out of the darkness.
Shin Yu Pai read first, and the relation of her work to visual art was really spot-on in the space. She read poems considering Stieglitz, Felix Gonzalez-Torres, the new Renzo Piano modern wing at the Art Institute of Chicago.
I wasn’t familiar with the work of the second reader, Zubair Ahmed, but I’m a convert. There’s a placid longing pulled through all the poems, with bright spots of humor and joy. I’m excited to read more of this work!
I grabbed a drink at Grim’s and then dinner at Bimbo’s with a friend from high school. Yana Kesala is a force of a performer, and it was great to hear what she’s been working on lately and meet her partner.
Vignettes was packed for the main event of the evening. The space was a bit crushed, but what better to bring us together, literally, right? Mark Leidner smashed us all to pieces with his reading. So funny, such gorgeous language, so much gossip. His poem “Romantic Comedies” is just a masterpiece, and how lovely that it’s approachable enough that a crowded room of overheated people could immediately recognize it as such.
Vignettes’ walls were covered with art inspired by Mark’s book, Beauty Was the Case that They Gave Me. I loved the variety of form and scale and tone the works took. The collection felt like a true match for Mark’s work.
I rounded out the evening with beer at The Pine Box and turned in on the early side. Self preservation, ya know?
Tonight we’ve got Happy Hour at Bush Garden with readings by Darren Davis and Lauren Ireland, and then the All Made Up Fiction Showcase with readings by Richard Chiem, Matt Briggs and myself, and performances by the Satori Group, and the opportunity to win a drag makeover! How could you not? See you there!
Is APRIL the best week in Seattle? Yes. Is APRIL the best week in the United States of America: I THINK SO. Am I dead meat if I keep this up? You bet.
I’m having a really good time, guys. Everyone is so nice and amazing, creative things seem to happen like they’re no big deal, and I might just never leave.
Yesterday I ventured out for a walk, and was confused to find it was raining. That’s not the Seattle I’ve come to know and love, but I put up my umbrella and pushed forward. I wandered into a store called Sugarpill, which, I guess is an apothecary? They had a lot of salt and bitters and chocolate. They also had “drinking vinegar” which I would have purchased if I wasn’t afraid it would break in my luggage and make all of my clothing smell like…drinking vinegar?
Then I stopped in Molly Moon’s on the recommendation of a friend to get the salted caramel ice cream with hot fudge. She was correct. it was the most perfect.
And then finally I spent some quality time with Elliott Bay Book Company. Here’s my haul. I’ve been meaning to read Helen Oyeyemi for forever, but the final straw is that my book group has chosen her newest to read next. I’m putting a concerted effort into trying to figure out how to write nonfiction so I’m trying to read more of it, and Rebecca Solnit is really the best model a girl could ask for. Then I also found that poetry book, which I obviously picked because of the amazing cover and title, and I grabbed that little photo zine at the last minute. It’s filled up photos of people in public.
At the Quarter Lounge, I got to meet and chat with Jane Wong and Kate Lebo, the two Happy Hour readers . Such different poets from each other, but that’s really my favorite kind of reading, where I get to find the gorgeous little overlaps. At the reading, I was introduced to a young man and we fell in love and got married.
No, no, I’m kidding. But wouldn’t that be a better post than this one? No, so this guy introduced himself and said that he saw a bunch of people walking around with my name badge at AWP. Now, I will admit that I let a friend copy my badge at the Kinko’s in the convention center so that she wouldn’t have to pay admission, and then those lanyards were just all over the place for the taking, but I didn’t realize that she’d allowed other people to copy the badge then, too. I’m really in love with the idea of lots of people wandering around with my name tag and the confusion that created, but also the fact that most people didn’t notice. Color me charmed.
Then it was on to the Sorrento for A Poet, A Playwright, a Novelist and a Drag Queen, and gee whiz, if this event wasn’t spectacular! First of all, holding cultural events in a hotel is such a great idea. Why don’t all hotels do this? I got set up at the judges table with Sarah Rudinoff, who was just a delight to spend the evening with, and poet Jay Yencich who was hand-plucked from the audience. A dead mic battery prompted this charming young man to transform from being a server to a story teller, regaling us all with a tale of the ghost of Alice B. Toklas haunting the room where we were sitting.
Once a battery had been procured, the event began! Drag queen, Mark “Mom” Finley was up first and she riffed on the theme of “Checking In/Checking Out,” mostly keeping things silly and light, but occasionally touching on more serious interpretations of the phrase, and ending with a knockout musical number as the statue of liberty.
Then we had Sarah Galvin, wheeled onto stage in a suitcase. Stop, and read that sentence again. SHE WAS ZIPPED INTO A SUITCASE AND WHEELED ONSTAGE. Sarah was the poet of the evening and congratulations, poetry. Sarah has very possibly come to save you. I joke, I love poetry, and don’t think it needs saving, but you know, there’s the rest of the world, too. I can’t imagine someone not being totally engaged by and cracked up by and begging for more of this woman’s work. Awesome. And then she was zipped back into her suitcase and carted away.
Next was Spike Friedman, the playwright, and he killed it. He performed a monologue about BUSINESS, claiming he was born with a dollar in his hand. Boyfriend knew how to work a mic, and he used all the tricks. The audience was ROTFL. Not to blow the surprise, but he was the unanimous winner, hands down.
Finally, Ryan Boudinot, the novelist, read. I’m a big fan of Ryan’s work and had never seen him read, so I was particularly excited for this one. His story was vapid and funny and his delivery was perfectly wry.
We judges tallied our scores and the winners were declared, with Boudinot in fourth (winning a lit four-wick candle), Finley in third, Galvin in second, winning a huge brass plate on a chain (which you can see here), and Spike reigning supreme with a tiara.
We ventured over to Vito’s for a celebratory drink and someone told me there was a lion in a party room in back. Tell me more!
We ventured to what was actually The Cougar Room, and sure enough, there she was. Check out Tara’s imitation of the cougar’s classy posture.
And then I fell asleep on the couch watching Jimmy Fallon and Shakira. Success! APRIL, you’ve not beaten me yet!
We’re on the official second day of APRIL, and I’m already beat. Pray for me.
Yesterday was a real whirlwind. I tried to get work done until about 3, taking a little break around lunch time to gather sunshine and pick-up the most delicious chicken biscuit sandwich from The Wandering Goose. I should have taken a picture before I bit into it and starting smearing crumbs and honey around the apartment, but I didn’t know how delicious it would be and that it would merit a photo. Isn’t it beautiful though?
Being that I come from the land of eternal winter, I decided to take advantage of the sunny Seattle day, and dragged my yoga mat onto my little back porch. It was pretty perfect. A magnolia tree is blooming out there and there was such a great variety of bird noises I’m not accustomed to hearing in Chicago.
I had plans to meet a friend at 5:30 for a drink, so I had some time to kill, and decided to wander. When looking up the bar on Yelp, I discovered a label on the map that said, “Seattle Museum of Mysteries” and veered off course. I circled the block a few times, but couldn’t find it, and wondered if the location of the museum was part of the mystery. Upon further internet research, it appears the museum has closed. But it seems like it was amazing: UFOs and ghosts and hoaxes? Yes, please.
I wandered into Totokaelo, the most beautiful store on earth. They sell the impeccably designed clothing and home wares and it’s all absolutely out of my price range, but I pretended I was in a gallery where I was allowed to fondle all the works of art, and had a great time.
Then, I was off to meet my friend for a drink. Her name is Emma Levitt and she is a spectacular artist. I met her at the Vermont Studio Center a couple years ago where she was doing printmaking. Her current project is more in the realm of fiber arts, and it’s just incredible. We met at Ba Bar and the drink she ordered had basil seeds in it. I did not know these existed but they are beautiful. They look like cells or pussy willows or fish eggs or something.
After Ba Bar, we met another friend from VSC, Michelle Penaloza, whose working on an amazing project where she takes a walk with people from the Hugo House to somewhere they had their heart broken and they tell their story to her. We ordered Rue McClanahans and steak at Cafe Presse and caught up on life and work.
Then, on to Chop Suey for the launch party! What a knockout event! As people entered they were asked to fill out a survey to be used in the Vis-a-Vis Society’s perfomance later in the evening. We were asked what we were “all in,” what was rioting within us, ideas for a parade and what we do in spring, among others. Maged Zaher and Ed Skoog were both such funny, dynamic readers. I wish I had gotten a chance to talk to them, but the evening slipped through my fingers, it seems. I took pictures, but they’re all blurry and grainy and the readers are just splotches because of all the lights. Oh well!
Sierra Nelson (who also happens to be an old friend from VSC) and Rachel Kessler, aka Dr. Ink and Dr. Owning, definitely know how to engage an audience. They put up our survey results on an overhead projector, represented answers to one question as toppings for a hot dog of experience, and used the audience to create a soundscape over which they read the suggestions for parade ideas. It was riotous and lively and I wish I lived in Seattle just so I could see them again and again.
Finally, and this was the most sharable picture of the bunch, Pony Time took the stage. What an effing good time they are - so much sound from just these two dudes. It was impossible not to move my body. (Also, please note the hotdog of experience in the background).
After the party wrapped up, because I never know when to quit, Michelle and I went over to Lost Lake and ate a plate of fried things and I ordered some drink that mostly cream, and it is this drink that I blame for it being difficult to wake up this morning.
More to come tonight! Join us for Happy Hour at Quarter Lounge and then on to the sold out show at the Sorrento, where I’ll be judging, A Poet, A Playwright, a Novelist and a Drag Queen. I’ve heard so many great things about this event that I am EXTREMELY eager to see the hijinks tonight! Poet Sarah Galvin, playwright Spike Friedman, novelist Ryan Boudinot, and drag performer Mark “Mom” Finley. Don’t mind if I do.
APRIL is starting! Jump on the train! It is I, your bleary-eyed writer-in-residence, Jac Jemc, reporting at 7 am from the swanky apartment I’ll be inhabiting for the coming week. So much has happened already! I can’t wait to see what else might befall me in the week ahead.
Yesterday I flew in from Chicago at the crack of dawn, and finished reading an incredible book of essays on the plane: The Empathy Exams by Leslie Jamison. I can’t quite express how much I loved this book. I’ve been a little obsessed with the concepts of compassion and empathy lately and this book was EXACTLY what I was looking for. She talks about being a standardized patient for med students, going to a conference on the inexplicable disease Morgellons, and running an ultra-marathon made to mimic the disoriented escape path of James Earl Ray from the Brushy Mountain State penitentiary in 1977. In all of the essays, Jamison is looking for access to what drives people and their behavior. She’s fallible in that way that simultaneously makes me feel better and also want to be better. But enough about that. That was just the plane ride: literature!
Next, this guy welcomed me to the airport in Seattle. It’s a mural by Michael Fajans of a magician and his assistant performing a trick where a woman is either appearing or disappearing from a box. I saw this when I was in town last month for AWP, too, and was confused. This time I decided to look it up and I discovered that apparently the idea is about how planes can also make you appear or disappear. I like it more now that I know that about it, but I think the bit that really trips me up, is the weird uncanny valley happening with the way the performers are rendered. I’m weirded out by CGI, and this feels like that to me. Anyway, get out of the airport, Jac. There’s literature to be had!
After gathering my bags, Frances Dinger and Richard Chiem were kind enough to pick me up and hustle me over to the Hugo House. They are lovely people and they were playing Valerie June. It brought me joy.
I checked in at Hugo House and ran over to Elliott Bay Books to grab an iced coffee and a biscuit before class. It took everything in me not to just skip class and browse books for the next few hours, but I will return!
The topic of the course I was leading was “Fooling Ourselves (Into Writing)” and we explored the creative methods/habits of Twyla Tharp, Mary Robison, Diane Williams, Gary Lutz, Harry Mathews, Lynda Barry, and Rebecca Solnit. Then we tried out their methods. The class members were really awesome; even the students that seemed to be more on the traditional side of things were very receptive to trying out the exercises and forthcoming with what they pulled together. There were some incredible stories started there. I hope to see them become fully formed.
After class I walked up to the apartment and got settled. Look at this lovely courtyard I have right outside my bedroom!
I regrouped, and then hopped over to 15th to grab a quick dinner at Smith. I had some mac and cheese and kale and a No-Li Spin Cycle Red. (I’m really lying to myself that the kale counterbalances all that cheese and alcohol, but every little bit, you know?) And then, because I had 10 minutes to spare, I had the good sense to purchase some bananas at the QFC and coffee from Victrola. I figured I’d be happy about this decision in the morning. (I was right).
Then, rehearsal with the Satori Group! APRIL head honchos Willie Fitzgerald and Tara Atkinson picked me up and took me over to the rehearsal where we met up with Kellen Braddock. The Satori Group has been working on performance pieces based on stories from Richard Chiem, Matt Briggs, and myself for Thursday’s All Made Up fiction showcase. I won’t reveal too much more about this, but it’s going to be AWESOME. I am floored by what Satori has made in relation to my story, “Filch and Rot.” Also, I should note that the performance is taking place in the Inscape Arts Building, formerly the United States Immigrant Station and Assay Office. I’m a real sucker for buildings like this that have been transformed to be used for another purpose, especially when there’s a bit of dark history attached to the former life, and the new life is about creation and moving forward.
Then, I promptly fell down on my bed and slept until 6:30 this morning. I am still hoping I can at least fake being a productive person in the midst of this busy week.
Tonight I hope a ton of people will come out for the APRIL launch party at Chop Suey. I’ll be reading with Maged Zaher and Ed Skoog, with performance by the Vis-a-Vis Society and Pony Time. See y’all there at 8!