Oh my God, Bob Quatrone’s 4
Horse poetry reading was a great event.
Independently it was also special for me. I
sometimes get roaring laughter from a poetry audience since there’s no
expectation to be funny, so when it is, the laughter is big, and that happened
more than once. The owner of the place
heard my reading and seemed impressed.
The host told me I scare him.
LOL I left on a natural
high. The attentive and spirited 4 Horse audience is amazing. They appreciate my frankness more than any
other area of my life does except for my best friend. He and I appreciate each other’s realness a
whole lot.
In most other areas of life, I walk on thin ice. But life is short, and I’m not going to waste
it on phony crap.
A co-worker friend attended the reading, arrived before me,
and held a seat for me with his jacket.
It was fun to experience the reading with him. That really added to the thrill of the event
for me. We tend to like the same kind of
writing.
The experience was truly good for my spirit when writers whose
work I love enjoy my writing as well. Thank
you for your support, Ron Kolm and Francine Witte.
Then the next morning, I had breakfast with my best
buddy. That is always wonderful. Medicine for my soul.
Maybe all of that contributed to this. I actually skipped take-out and went to the
supermarket instead. I bought food and
cooked that evening.
My
apartment smelled of chicken baking in a regular oven. It was a welcome change from what my apartment often smells
like – cigarettes and other non-food items.
And speaking of functioning, the next day, I did my laundry
before going to a prose writing group I had been invited to be a part of. I need a group that expects me to produce
writing, but this may not be that group.
It is a small group – kept small deliberately. It is just one woman who made it somewhat
unpleasant. I don’t know how much this
can get better because I don’t think she can help herself. I’ve learned a lot about the narcissistic
personality disorder since my divorce war.
A recovery group has helped me significantly. I’ll probably give the writing group another
shot before I decide. It is the
difficult person who invited me to this small group after she heard me read a
slice of memoir. I had felt good about that, but now I have a feeling that this
is yet another opportunity I’ve been presented with by the universe to see if I’ve
grown.
