Her book is only a week old. She's only ever done five or six readings in her live-long life.
But with the exception of a couple of errant throat clearings - or, perhaps, the microphone up her nose - you couldn't tell.
That's what's wonderful and terrible about writing/writers.
Thankfully, given my bugaboo about writers doing the SAME reading at afternoon and evening events, she read something different that night, appearing before Pasha Malla and David Bergen in the second half of the evening.
She wore a pink dress, I think...
I don't hold that against her.
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A hand-made, limited-edition chapbook of Ariel's poetry, entitled The navel gaze (with Kingsville, ON's Palimpsest Press), will be launched Oct. 1 at Aqua Books.
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