I'm awkward

Just as a little disclaimer, there is a poem I have read twice now that refuses to be caught on camera. The first time, my friend forgot. The second time, my camera bugged out. Do not fret, however! The rest of my performance comprised of poems you can find here and here. Today's video is a snippet from my reading at a recent event that was put on to celebrate the launch of-

Okay, you know what? That sentence was going to be unnecessarily long-winded and my brain gave up on it halfway through thinking it up. Let me take some time out to give you some background and context. Ready?

In 2011 I went to a Creative Writing summer school which lasted three days. During those three days, I met two amazing writers who I kept in contact with all through these years. One of them set up a blog to encourage and showcase writers, and recently decided to expand it. It is now a fully blown website. Or, it will be, once they've ironed out the kinks. I'll share the link when it's ready and you can be just as blown away as I was. For now, here's their official Facebook page to give you an idea what it's all about.

To celebrate the creation of this website there was a launch event: an evening which applauded the written word as writers stood up and read something they'd written. There were poems, short stories - and mingling. Oh yes, there was mingling. I mingled. I'm a mingler. I'm the type of smooth and competent mingler who walks away mid-conversation because she can't think of something of value to add. Which, I realised about three seconds later, was probably seen as incredibly rude.

I'M AWKWARD OKAY?! *breathes* I'm awkward. Hence this poem: