The Electric Telegraph Printing Apparatus (Yes, Apparatus for short) launched officially today at the Thin Edge of the Wedge - a little pizza joint by the Belfry Theatre in Fernwood. The other readers were all great - Steff did well, so did Matt, Miguel, Colin, and Jason M. It was a pretty solid turn out, in the sense that it was mostly contributors and their friends - and Steff's parents, who were really funny. Made half the money back from the first issue already, and copies will be available soon at SUBText at UVic and downtown at Second Story. I read the opening two scenes to "Drag Race on Mercury," which is one of my better developed stories, I think. I tripped over a lot of words at times (my mouth always goes dry when I'm nervous), but I projected well over the constant WHOOOOOOSH of the coffee machine, even as the potted plant in the corner threatened to eat Steff's head.
And, after that poor advertizing copy, I'm back at Michael's house afterward. It's been a long day. We woke up and had to help the new roommate, Lisa, move all her stuff in with a lot of exasperating directions and crises and I ended up venting about Michelle for a while; things are okay, but lately the idea of living by myself has cropped up in my head and I'm thinking that's a good goal to work towards for at least this time next year. Or, perhaps, earlier than that depending on various circumstances. A little bachelor pad for $400 or $500 a month would be doable at some point.
Michael dealt with my neurotic flashes and compulsive emotional flailing with amiable charm and eerie calm, which probably means we're a good match because I've always lived on a perpetual roller coaster of emotions; I also wouldn't have it any other way.
I want to write more poems, I think.