... to everyone who stopped by my chapbook signing today and made me feel like a rockstar!
... to all the poets who've been so gracious about signing books for me and listening to me gush (I swear, it truly is sincere)
... to all the bloggers, facebookers, etc. who have peered at my nametag and said "Anne!" and greeted me happily and made me feel welcome -- I can't believe how many of you I've been able to meet here! Maybe now I'll start having interesting dreams about bloggers too. ;)
... to all the poets and editors for getting words out there in the world. Never doubt that it matters.
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Started off my Friday the 13th with the most incredible French toast at the Eleven City Diner. Made with challah, battered just right, piled with strawberries & bananas & coconut. It was just the comfort food I needed this morning.
Walked around the bookfair until I was overwhelmed again, then spent some time chilling in my room.
Went to the Graywolf reading, which was terrific. Eula Biss and D.A. Powell both sent the room into that absolute still silence that happens once in a rare while at readings.
Then I had my chapbook signing, which was a lot of fun. Sold a few, signed a few more, chatted with a bunch of people.
Then I went to something else, I forget.
Shortly I'll head out to the diode/Anti- offsite reading, which should be a lot of fun.
Yep, definitely loving AWP! :)