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That Award and Two Readings in Utah


Over the weekend I was honored by the Utah Arts Festival and the Salt Lake City Mayor's office with the award for Literary Arts, given out generally every year, but not always. I'm pictured there, second from the left with the other winners.

It was a great experience and truly an honor.

Coming off the heels of that award, I'll be doing two different readings in the area. The first will be this Thursday at the regular Helicon West reading at the Logan Library, 255 North Main, Logan, Utah.

I'll be there at 7:00 as the author guest and I'll be reading for twenty minutes or so. Afterward, I'll be signing and selling books to those who are interested.

More info can be found here.

The second reading is a little bit further out, but on Tuesday, July 9th, I'll be doing a reading and a signing at the King's English Bookshop. The King's English is located at 1511 South 1500 East, Salt Lake City, Utah.

That event also starts at 7:00 and I'll be reading with two other authors as well. You can get more information on the event here.

I'd love to see as many of you as possible out at these events. It would really help me out.

And if you haven't already taken a gander at the Kickstarter anthology I'm involved in, I would encourage you to do so.

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