Hugo House Reading Report, Starting a Book Club in Woodinville Wine Country, Inching Towards Normalcy

Swallowtail butterfly on pink lilac

Hugo House In-Person Reading Report

Well, I survived my first live reading in two and a half years, and really enjoyed listening to the other readers. Thanks to Lesley and Hugo House for making it happen!

It was great to hang out with other poets and the audience on a summer afternoon (thank goodness for air conditioning) and it was nice to have a Q&A afterwards to talk about poetry. I had a hard time navigating Hugo House’s stage (which has three steep steps and no hand railing – heads up for disabled poets reading there) but no trouble with the mike or the reading itself, which was a relief (I worried I had forgotten how to read in person!)

Lesley and I in Woodinville

Below is a shot Glenn took of all the readers post-reading (keep in mind we had masks on all night and the light was weird) and a shot of the books for sale. Martha and Lesley are always a pleasure to hear, and I think this might have been the first time I’d heard Rena, our current WA State Poet Laureate, read, and it was delightful. And it made me feel like a real writer again. And it’s good practice for next year’s book launch!

And I was lucky enough that I got to have a little pre-reading time earlier in the week with Lesley and her charming husband and daughter in Woodinville for some wine-tasting and catching up. Unfortunately the lavender farm didn’t open up in time to take them on a tour, but hopefully it will open next week? I always love showing out-of-town writers Woodinville – it really is a beautiful part of town, a little out of way of the usual tourist attractions.

Immature goldfinch with sunflower

Starting a Book Club in Woodinville Wine Country (and Inching Towards Normalcy)

So I’m meeting with a winery person tonight to talk about starting a book club that will meet there on a regular basis – along with a quarterly open mike. (I’m thinking: literary/art-oriented mystery, speculative novel, poetry book, open mike as the rotation.) I have been lamenting the lack of literary culture in Woodinville, so maybe this is at least a part of what I’ve been looking for – and a way to ease into socialization (again, in real life – I never stopped talking to folks on the phone or on Zoom) again.

I had a writer’s group I attended on Bainbridge Island for over a dozen years – which was wonderful for my writing and that feeling of isolation you can get as a writer – and I’ve missed it since it dissolved a few years before the pandemic. I know there must be other book people on the East side – or even beyond – that would enjoy talking about books and trying out writer-and-book themed wines and an occasional open mike reading.

I’m also thinking about looking for work again – I don’t know health-wise how much I can take on, so I’ve been trying some freelance and volunteer projects to gauge how I do with deadlines these days.

Hot Air Balloon, Yellow, afternoon light

You can tell that I’m taking baby steps towards post-pandemic normalcy, though our covid numbers here are high and I’m still hyper-aware of the risks as an immune-suppressed person. (Had my first PCR test in a while right after the poetry reading, just being extra careful.) Just like the hot air balloons that have suddenly started appearing in our skies again, I’m trying out things – poetry readings, the symphony last week, and making in-person dates with friends – that hopefully herald better times ahead. Maybe things are finally looking up?

By the way, if you’d be interested in this book club thing at a winery in Woodinville, please leave a comment or contact me. We’d love to have you!