Last Sunday I read at Short Fuse's erotica night. I was more nervous than normal since the material was very different – I don't often stand in front of large groups saying words like 'clitoris'. It was less stressful than I expected and I was happier with the reading than usual. In fact the only problem was the intro I wrote, which was evidently less amusing than I'd thought.
I really enjoyed the other readers too, but best of all was Catherine Smith. Her reading of a filthy story called Telepathy was a revelation, one of the best readings I've seen. All in all a lovely and inspiring evening. I want to write some more erotica in the future.
The problem with this weblog is that I don't always have exciting things to talk about but when too many things are happening I don't have time to post. Consequently the weblog documents the moderately exciting times in my life.
Life has been pretty good lately, apart from a disastrous trip to the park this afternoon. First a bird used me for a toilet and then I feel over in the playground. Somehow I avoided swearing and was very brave and didn't cry, but – MY KNEE HURTS!
I'm going to spend the rest of the evening sulking.
you read at an erotic fiction night and then ‘feel over in the playground’? james, i’m not sure that’s the kind of thing you should be publically admitting to really. 😉
Not the best typo I could have made…