Once upon a time, in a land far, far away (from most of you) there is a small town.
In the small town, there is a cinema.
This is where you go to watch films. Duuhh!
It’s also where you go, apparently, to read your works in progress. They have open-mic nights and writers’ workshops.
This Sunday, I’m going to read something of mine to an audience. It might be one, it may be hundreds. This is a new experience for me. I’m used to public speaking, but I’m not used to reading my stuff. Will it do anything for anyone?
I’m not used to writers’ workshops either, but there is one at the tail end of July. Any use? I don’t know.
I have my doubts about both these events (little sceptic me) but I’ll give them a go.
If I survive maddened throngs, I’ll report back on the experience.