I read my story "Treed" at a coffee shop last night in downtown Vancouver. I think it was received well: no one threw fruit, no one heckled, and everyone was really supportive. I was a little unsure about reading it, on account of it's the story of a werewolf who gets chased up a tree. It's definitvely not literature, but in the end, no one seemed to mind and everything went okay. I've volunteered to read again at the next reading on June 9. The coolest thing about last night was that I had an unexpected fan section. A friend of mine and his partner showed up as well as my wife. I wasn't expecting any of them, so that was a very cool surprise. The group drinks afterwords were certainly welcome. A person can get rather parched, reading into a mike for a whole ten minutes straight...