The other person they had reading was Rita Bulwinkel, who’s an amazing author here in town. She read part of a story and I read the ghost story I read in Memphis. I like that story a lot for reading out loud in that it’s dreamy and scary and funny and the audience gets to heave a huge sigh of relief before being left with a shivery feeling that maybe all was not as well as it seemed. It’s a really good out-loud story.
So, it went over like gang-busters, I think. And, as I was reading it, I had this realization, “This is a really different story than Rita’s, but I’m not at all embarrassed to have to follow her with it.”
I genuinely can’t tell you how good that makes me feel.
