The local reading I signed up for, I got into. I’m not terribly nervous — it’s a ten minute read, and I’m more worried about falling asleep during the other readings and looking like an asshole. Because, let’s face it, I’m not much into historical fiction or contemporary Midwest settings full of wild rice and prairies. I started a new YA novel venture. I’m not sure if it will end up being for a YA audience, but I’m trying. As far as I know, the only firm-standing qualification for YA fiction is the main character(s) have to be teenagers. It’s basically “Stand By Me” with dwarfs. Girl dwarfs. Ahem. Anyway,…