I’m finding that I’m not going to as many readings at Tattered Cover (or other single author readings set up for promoting a new book) anymore. I used to try to go to one a month. Maybe I’m getting lazier, or maybe I’m just going to other stuff.
I’m attending the local Fbomb Flash Fiction Reading Series a lot. Manage to hit that in February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, and October this year. I attending the Art of Storytelling reading series a bunch too, getting to that in January, February, March, April, May, September, and October. I even hit At the Inkwell reading events in January and June, readings for the Ham on Rye series in June and November (featuring Chiwan Choi and Janice Lee, respectively), and readings for the Don’t Yell at Me reading series in April as well as the special event: A Night at the Midnight Potato Museum in May. I also got to readings at AWP in February, a Pizza and Prose (a reading event someone at my work puts on) in April, the Poetry Rodeo in April, and readings I managed to hit while visiting the residencies for my old MFA program (the University of Nebraska) in January and July.
In fact, the only formal readings like I used to go to that I managed to attend was one in June featuring David Hicks (White Plains), Steven Dunn (Potted Meat), Courtney Morgan (The Seven Autopsies of Nora Hanneman), and Erica Wurth (Buckskin Cocaine) and one in July for Roxane Gay (Hunger). I didn’t hit anything in December at all. Between being out of the country, the holidays, family medical problems and all, I just blew December off. I wasn’t worried about it anymore.
So why am I slacking on this? It feels like I can only get out to so many things and now that I’m hitting some of these other events more often, I have to back off the former. Maybe it’s that or maybe I’m just lazy, but the fact remains.
My reading attendance habits have been changing over the last few years.