Fresh off the heels of a kick-ass appearance at Sycamore Stories in Ditmas Park, I'm ready to lead the congregation this Sunday at the Church of Monika in Park Slope, Brooklyn.
|Photo (c) 2012 Marcin Kaliski|
You know, there's something that happens to me when I finish speaking to a crowd, whether it be sharing a story or discussing my craft. It's like the buzz you get when you eat a slice of watermelon that's been sitting overnight in a tub of grain alcohol. You know the type of buzz that puts a smile on your face and everything your friends say is AWESOME, and everything the DJ plays is "MY JAM!" and your body moves in a way that makes you think you look like this:
but really, you look like this:
That's how good I feel after most, if not all, of my literary events.
I'm hoping this Sunday is equally satisfying, although it would be better if you all show up, too! And then you can take me to brunch.
*smooches...getting high off my own supply*
I mean, it's here and so plentiful... why not?