Thursday, July 22, 2010
Running is a fairly popular hobby among writers. It's easy to understand why. Writers live inside their heads; must be sitting for the majority of their working hours; and are frequently very poor. Running is entirely physical; must be performed standing up; and is cheaper than yoga or a gym. Hello, life balance!
For the past two years, I've spent many of my non-running hours in a dark, silent cubicle one flight above a sketchy massage parlor on West 14th Street writing essays for an MFA in writing program. Earlier this month I graduated, and one of the few things I'm professionally prepared to do as a newly minted mistress of fine arts is give readings of my work.
If any of you fellow runners are curious about what I've been working on -- and are not already booked on a Jitney headed for a beach weekend -- I'm reading next Friday night, July 30 at KGB.
The reading starts at 7pm. I'll be reading along with two other women, including a fabulous novelist friend. The other writer I don't know, but she sounds funny from her bio and hey, at least she's not a poet. (Kidding! Writing joke! We love poets!)
KGB is located at 85 East 4th Street, between Bowery and Second Avenue. Info on the bar and the reading is on the website:
Oh, and it should go without saying, but yes, there will be drinking.