Success for a writer can be measured in different ways. Polishing off a poem. Completing a novel. Gaining recognition for one’s work. Being published.
Saturday night was one of those moments for me. Imagining an event and putting it together for a few friends and colleagues is an accomplishment. However, what transpired Saturday night was far more successful than I could have ever imagined. Over forty people came to the event. Our venue, the back room of Sneaky Beans, couldn’t even hold everyone; there were people sitting on the floor, standing around the couches, and people crowding the hallway trying to hear the readers inside.
All eight readers shared their work ranging from short story, prose, poetry, and improvisational.
At one point during the night I said, “I’m so excited to see all the people here, especially since I don’t know everyone. That means everyone that is here didn’t come out of pity.”
I read three pieces: my new poem (too early to be titled) about New Orleans, My Father’s Daughter, and (the tried and true) Collection Plate. My Father’s Daughter (published in Hyphen Literary magazine in 2008.) and Collection Plate can be read under the tab marked “poetry”. The piece about New Orleans will be up shortly.
That night someone said to me, “People have been waiting for something like this, and you built it”.
I am already working out the details for the next Writer’s Spotlight.