here and there
Welcome to Mommy’s El Camino.
A friend suggested I was on book tour because I mentioned I was going to New York in July. This doesn’t feel like a tour though. I tried to get something organized in Seattle but eventually gave up, thinking through all the expenses the upcoming trips to New York and Portland will be. Will you be there? I hope so. In my brief selected pit stops, really only Los Angeles and Chicago, I’ve loved talking with old friends and new readers. I noticed that Hollywood Notebook was a recent book club choice for an L.A. based book club—grateful for that. I read yesterday to a very small audience with whom I had the pleasure of listening to experimental music made my a person with a violin who laid layers of tracks with her voice and instrument in front of us. Before the reading my friend mentioned wanting to bring back the reading series she did in her yard, so during the reading and music I found myself envisioning something, too. I used to have big parties at my house, before covid. I used to run a reading series, Rhapsodomancy, from 2004 to 2015. Am I ready to invite people to my backyard again? Yeah. Am I ready to reincarnate the Rhapsodomancy reading series? Maybe. If it’s not bimonthly, but more aligned with what I truly have capacity for. Will it still be a reading series, per se? Maybe. Towards the end of its life Rhapsodomancy became a brief reading + conversation between two artists. If you’re a regular reader of this newsletter you’ll know that I love a conversation between artists. Tell me more, I say. Do we still have a microphone and stand? Maybe. But I have this backyard, a small well of energy I can envision directing toward this, so look out for it in…August? September? Plans. Plans signal hope. Where am I getting it these days? Hope? I don’t know. Here and there.
