So about last Saturday night. When Pens Collide was an intimate event that took place at the lovely Draper Art Studio in The Bronx. We nine featured writers, in all black everything and our colorful scarves, sat on one side of the room; while the readers/attendees for the event sat on the other. Surrounded by great pieces of art, we all mingled, laughed, and drank some of the best wine I’ve ever tasted.
Prior to the event I had no idea what I was in for. I just knew I had to read two pieces of work written by other featured writers. And that three of my pieces (from this blog) would also be read aloud. The same would be done by and for the other eight writers too. None of us knew which pieces got picked from our blogs or whose pieces we would be reading for the event.
When talking to When Pens Collide creator, Tassika, I understood that the point of the event was for us writers to hear our words read aloud. But I had no idea what that would actually look, feel, and sound like until we got started.