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So I might be going to read at Pride in the Word. It's next Saturday night, 7pm, Open Space Gallery. I expect it costs money.

The reason it is definite and I am tentative is best explained through psychological narrative.

I'd found the roster for Pride in the Word, and thought, "I never get invited to read at these things." I felt sorry for myself for a bit, and then I allowed the eventual corollary, "Because no one has the faintest idea who I am."

So I asked the Captain of all our hearts, "Captain, what should I do to become the sort of person who gets asked to be in poetry readings?"

Whereupon he offered me part of his stage time. I was so alarmed that I tried to refuse. He wasn't having any, and inlandsea said that being afraid that no one would like me was not a good reason not to do it.

Stupid believing in yourself. Too much work.

Annnyway. Any number of forces might prevent it from happening. Logistics. A rain of herring. If they somehow don't, I'll be there. And if you go, well, you'll be there, too. There are lots of other people reading that you might like better.

Saturday. 7 o'clock. Open Space.

There. I've done what I can.

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