I Just Realized That I Missed The Reading I Wanted To Go To This Month

I just realized that I missed the reading I wanted to go to at Tattered Cover this month. It wasn’t anyone I knew already, but I’m still kind of ticked at myself. I kept thinking it was next week, but it was last Thursday. Now I probably won’t be able to hit one this month.

I try to hit at least one a month. Some times I hit two. Last year I hit at least one a month each month of the year. I was on track for that this month as well, but then I missed. Now there’s not another fiction author coming before the end of the month (other than one at Highlands Ranch on a weekday, which just isn’t possible for me to reach in time after work).

I’m kind of bummed about it, but at least it wasn’t an author I was really looking forward to. When there isn’t an author I know already coming, I leaf through who is coming and find somebody who looks good. I get to read more different writers that way, and that’s what I did this time, but then I missed the date. First time in two years I won’t have hit at least one a month.

Hopefully this doesn’t start a trend for me. With all that was going on for Nanowrimo, I just lost track.

About David S. Atkinson

David S. Atkinson enjoys typing about himself in the third person, although he does not generally enjoy speaking in such a fashion. However, he is concerned about the Kierkegaard quote "Once you label me you negate me." He worries that if he attempts to define himself he will, in fact, nullify his existence...
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