One hundred and twenty-three readers visited Time’s Flow Stemmed so far today, inconsequential compared to some popular book blogs, but a normal day’s statistics for this blog. It never fails to both surprise and delight me that people should take some pleasure from my thoughts about the books I read. Comments in these days of social media are rarer but occasionally one is left that inspires a moment of fearlessness.
Today, in response to this post, John Lancaster wrote, “This is the first time I’ve posted a comment on any blog. I really want to thank you for also giving me lots of writers to discover. Even more important, I find your defence of reading as a worthwhile activity in itself very sustaining.” Comments like this get to the very core of why I blog.
Until very recently my greatest fear was of public speaking, not remotely uncommon, but one that lead me to decline, avoid, or wriggle out of many speaking opportunities, some, on literature, that I might have enjoyed. Last year I resolved to tame the public speaking demon with an intensive six-month program.
The video below is of a sort of graduation event to mark the conclusion of the program, a performance in front of over a hundred viewers. I had no intention to post it here. I may regret posting it, but John’s comment has inspired a moment’s recklessness given that it is a defence, of sorts, of reading and sits with the theme of my last two posts. If watching the video is simply too painful, this post about the summer I really started reading covers the same ground.
Thank you, John Lancaster.