My events calendar is currently — aspirational.
Turns out you need a book in the world before people invite you places — and mine doesn’t land until 2027. But the second someone hands me a microphone, this is where it’ll show up: readings, signings, and me wildly overdressed for a bookstore on a Tuesday.
Run a bookstore, festival, or book club with a healthy tolerance for tangents? Invite me. I’ll bring snacks and feelings.