Yes, I’ve gone very quiet. No, I haven’t died, nor won the lottery. Actually I’ve had migraine. For some reason as yet unclear, I get sequential migraine – three in a row, a day or a day and a half apart, which wipes me out for a week or so. Weird.
Anyway, apart from swallowing medication, seeing black floaters like giant tadpoles and throwing up, I’ve been wondering how much of my story ‘The Price of Freedom’ to read at the Brighton Burlesque reading. For those who didn’t know, this is the one and only time I will read as the erotica-writing componenent of my tripartite personality, Carmel Lockyer, because it’s for charity: Burlesque Against Breast Cancer Fundraiser at Waterstones, North Street, Brighton, 30th October from 7pm.
So what should I read? Just enough to warm the blood, or the whole sex scene … Whaddya think, dear reader?
Geishaboy500 kindly supplied the perfect photograph, called Burlesque Funk!
Labels: Brighton reading, burlesque against breast cancer, carmel lockyer, erotica