I’ve spent most of my waking hours the past week or so working. I’m all working working all the time with the working and it makes me boring. No, that’s the not true. I’ve got a little to-do list on Enid’s dashboard filled with ideas of stuff to write about for this here blog.

The problem comes from spending all my time writing marketing copy and thinking about how to write the marketing copy that when it comes time to write something that isn’t marketing copy the words come out all stilted and crappy. Next to poor writing and improper use of the begs the question, forced writing is that which I detest the most.

Since I was complaining (at least in my head, I didn’t have to time to craft a snarky 140-character comment) this morning about it being “trying too hard Monday” (really people, we can tell when you spend a lot of time trying to craft the perfect re-tweetable tweet and we think you are LAME) it just didn’t seem right to foist upon you something that was forced and icky.

Plus, I’ve been slowly picking my way through Ander Monson’s Vanishing Point: Not a Memoir* before bed. Rather, I was picking my through it. Now I’ve become totally captivated by Travis Nichols’ Off We Go Into the Wild Blue Yonder, and since Nichols is reading at Micawber’s* on Saturday and Monson won’t be here until June, I kind of want to get that book read first.

But my point was that reading Monson has made me realize that I’m a non-fiction writer. I know, it’s something I’m still coming to terms with. I’ll have more to say about that later, but for right now it’s Ander Monson’s fault that I can’t post anything of real substance because I have to think about it and craft it.

So instead I am going to share this song that I am addicted to. I promise it’s not going to be as captivating or as life-ruining as my Miley Cyrus signing young imaginary boyfriend’s video (seriously I lost hours watching and rewatching it, and I know I’m not alone), but i’s just as good. There’s something hypnotic about about the way she sings “Oh bring your hips, oh bring your hips, oh bring your hips to me.” I’ve been singing this song all day every day for the past week. Actually, I can’t even comment on the goodness or badness of the video, I haven’t watched it all the way through. Mostly I just wanted to share an awesome song. It’s called “When We Swam” by Thao with The Get Down Stay Down. Trust me it rules.

*You can find details about the upcoming readings over on the MN Reads Lit Calendar.