Going through my manuscript-in-progress and crying "I haven't a thing to read!" Ah, must have a reading in the next 24 hours. In Austin I gave Jill E. a stack of poems and told her to pick 3. I think she did a good job. But I'm going to do it myself this time and show up to that church wearing my big-girl pants. Or big-girl skirt. I haven't decided what I'm wearing yet either.