I have a love-hate relationship with our new virtual world.
On the one hand, my day job has always been virtual (I’m a freelance writer), so I’m pretty comfortable conducting business via video and phone call. And now that everyone else is doing it, I’ve had so many experiences with friends and family that we should have done before.
Virtual game night with friends in Seattle after their kids went to bed? Why weren’t we always doing this?
Virtual craft play dates with my sister’s kids who live 3 hours away? Why weren’t we always doing this?
Happy hour book club discussions with girlfriends who live in different cities?
You can attend virtual conferences, which makes them more accessible because you don’t have to take into account travel costs and travel time — or even bigger hurdles to accessibility for people who may have disabilities that make attending conferences impossible.
I can go to my friend’s book launch reading in New York City via my computer. I can having morning coffee (for me)/happy hour (for them) networking dates with friends in Israel.
We’re a little more connected.
On the other hand… I spend all day looking at the computer. I want to hang out with my friends, I want to attend your reading, I want to watch that panel — but I really really really don’t want to stare at a screen any more.
That was a really big preamble to what I wanted to say, which is this:
Or maybe you don’t.
March lasted 30 years, and is mostly a blur to me.
Anyway, we were going to have a reading party for the anthology on the spring solstice, but that fell apart. And because we were in the early weeks of “what is even happening,” no one was thinking about all the fantastic virtual ways we could have held that reading.
So I decided to film myself reading my short story from the anthology, “Once More with Soul.”
(I got the idea to do a video from the fantabulous Wendy N. Wagner, who read a selection from her story in the anthology, “When Only Bears Carry Arms, Only Weapons Will Be Born.” Check Wendy’s reading out here.)
It’s a story about a sharp-dressing crossroads devil out to make a good bargain by the light of the moon.
Given the subject matter and the fact that I recorded this on editor Mark Teppo’s birthday, I decided to gussy myself up and wear some dramatic makeup.
Also I hadn’t left the house in like fifteen decades, give or take, I’m losing track.
You will be very impressed with the quality of the stories Mark collected, believe you me.
And then there’s this gem: