Fiction of the outside world. “As a science fiction writer I really fucking resent tech bros for ruining the phrase ‘artificial intelligence.’ 80 years of it being all about cool androids and interesting computers destroyed by five years of ‘Spicy autocorrect making everything shittier for money.’ NEVER FORGIVE.” Bluesky, @scalzi.com, 22 May 2026. Preach! “The premise for that post was less tech bro AI and more the AI from Cat Pictures Please.” [I Wrote This Post]
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The writer’s group at a local library put on a flash fiction live reading. I read Why Cities Have Tall Buildings.
From my notes.
Nerves. Low bar. Friendly group. Slightly nervous, probably from knowing that the evening will be videoed and immortalized on YouTube. (Note, the event was filmed but I have not seen a link yet. Will post when it arrives.)
Nerve range. Slightly more than a 5K. Nowhere near a horse show or work.
Husband looked up outfit suggestions for being on video: plain, not white, long sleeves.
Cover message to organizer, “I can go first, if you have trouble finding volunteers. Not in a screaming hurry to do so, but have gotten used to it in other venues.” (The ‘other venues’ would be saddle seat shows. Since jumping, dressage, etc. are solo performances, I am more used to going into the ring alone than people who show in group classes. I line up to go in first. People are happy to let me. Except for Nationals, then it’s a shark tank with added chum. But I digress.)
I was second out of 11. Very glad to be over & done early.
They had a microphone, which I don’t think I’ve ever used before. I’m generally loud enough without. Particularly as I had been practicing projecting to the cheap seats.
Wore a mask while not reading. This was where I got sick for two weeks, although in a different room. The reading venue was not as packed in. [The Twiddling of the Thumbs]
Agita was from performing. I had confidence in what I had written.
Whew!
Practice helped. Practicing in front of a live audience (of one) also helped. Live audience suggested looking up, slowing down. I did these things. Tried to be slow in general, distinctly tapped the brakes midway through.
Chatting during intermission. I am definitely out of practice. Compliments.
Relief after was bigger than concern before.
Left once it was done. No further socializing. Bedtime.
Onwards!
Katherine























