Yes, I know. I’ve been neglecting my blog again. Well, it’s that time of year in the financial world when all our attention is focused on trying to meet year-end deadlines. And on not committing felonies in the workplace.
Since that’s not enough of a strain, I am also trying very hard to re-focus on writing fiction. Now that the holiday season is over. Especially since this most recent holiday season seems to have started way back around Labor Day and lasted well past New Year’s Day. Ahem.
So I’m kind of busy here and feeling horribly deprived of that precious nebulous thing called “spare time in which to write blog posts.”
Luckily for you, sometimes I take a break — a very short break, hardly a blip on the timeline, really — and wander aimlessly around the interwebs while my brain tries to recharge itself and sometimes I find interesting things to share. This is one such thing. A swoon-worthy thing, actually. A video of a guy named Mark Grist, a spoken word poet, reciting a poem about how what he wants is . . . a girl who reads.
As if being smart and funny are somehow not seductive enough, he also has a totally charming Brit accent. It’s like a trifecta of awesome.
I wonder how he feels about a girl who writes?