Bring your copies of either Fenway Fiction, maybe get a sneak peek of the third installment of the series, and watch us shake so many hands you’ll think we were running for office (*). I’ll take requests/votes, through the comments, for the following different approaches I may take to the reading:
- Read from “The Johnny Damon” story.
- Read from the “Bellyitcher” story.
- Read from as-yet published story slated for inclusion in the third book of the series at this time.
- Wear a French beret, despite not being a) French or b) fond of berets.
- Bring a haddock to give out to the first member of the audience to shout out the finishing words to a sentence I’m in the middle of reading.
- Along the same lines, pause dramatically in the middle of a line and hold the mic (or imaginary mic, as I think we’ll be forgoing those for this reading) out towards the audience to encourage them to sing along.
- Obtain a pair of (fake, this is a recession, after all) diamond studded sunglasses and proceed to read the story (or conduct the sing-along) with them on the whole time.
- Sign copies of the book with my left hand (I’m right-handed).
- Sign copies of the book with my left foot (I haven’t tried, but I’m pretty sure I’m just about unable to write my name with my left foot).
- As if I were running for office (*), attempt to kiss any and all babies in the audience (**).
- Attempt to tell a heart-warming and personal story about growing up and navigating the summer reading boot camps at the Charlton Public Library as a boy.
- Slip the word “slugabed” into the reading somewhere, despite it not appearing in any story (expecting the title, perhaps) I’ve ever written.
See you there, folks.
* disclaimer: I am not running for any kind of office.
** Babies are determined to be children 2 years and younger and fit a certain cuteness criteria.