I read last night at a studio reading, and everything went well again (no one threw rotten eggs or tomatoes). Seven other writers from my program (The Writer's Studio at SFU) read as well, and I say in all humility, we rocked. It was a great night, the stories and poetry were fresh and engaging, and the whole thing was a lot of fun. The piece I read was a reworked version of a story I read at Blenz a few weeks ago, and those people who heard both versions liked the revisions. Whew.