What Occured in the Garden

On reading your work out loud, and what you find out when you do.

I didn’t know what to expect.

I have nine books I’ve released into the wild. I have spent years putting words on a page in rooms, and under trees, by myself, hoping they would land somewhere. But reading your own work out loud to a room full of friends, strangers, and artists is a different thing entirely. It is, in ways I didn’t anticipate, terrifying a…