where i'll be in september and october

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It’s a little known fact that September and October are second only to April (a.k.a. National Poetry Month) when it comes to literary events. This fall, I’m jumping on that bandwagon full force, hoping I don’t get too banged up in the process. I may be hanging around Bread and Bread a bit less. Here’s where I’ll be instead:

September:

Sept. 18, 7 p.m.
Bluestockings
127 Allen St., New York, NY 10002
http://bluestockings.com/
Reading with Terry Wolverton

Sept. 27, 3 p.m.
June L. Mazer Lesbian Archives
625 N. Robertson Blvd., West Hollywood, CA 90069
http://mazerlesbianarchives.org/
Reading and discussion with Terry Wolverton

Sept. 30, 7 p.m.
San Diego City College International Book Fair
San Diego City College
1313 Park Blvd., San Diego, CA 92101
http://www.sdcitybookfair.com/

October:

Oct. 4, 1 p.m.
West Hollywood Book Fair
647 N. San Vicente Blvd., West Hollywood, CA 90069
http://www.westhollywoodbookfair.org/
Panel: “Take Back the Night: Feminism and Powerful Women in Fiction” with Sophie Littlefield, Pam Ward and Terry Wolverton

Oct. 24, time TBA
Beyond Baroque
681 Venice Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90291
http://www.beyondbaroque.org/
Reading with Terry Wolverton

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Sophie Littlefield said…
Looking forward to meeting you, Cheryl!
- sophie
September 2, 2009 at 10:58 PM
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