Distant Past

The latest skin to be shed has not taken long at all. Sadly, sleep is still shot, but with this being half term it’s not the end of the world, and so we’ll bump along the bottom today in the hope Blaze will make me tired enough to just pass out unhindered later. A lot has been settled over working practices too: I’m comfortable with the decisions being made, they are the right ones and this is undoubted forward motion.

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Today therefore is knocking off backlog, tomorrow setting up for June and then on Friday it’s the push to have everything poetry-based on the project finally in first draft form. That was always the plan when this started: fully written, with a two week editing window so that first poems can go up in mid-June. In that regard, I’m extremely pleased with my progress thus far.

The website side of things is also pretty much settled: I still have pictures to source but that won’t take long. Saturday looks like a great time to do part of that with sun forecast all day. Then I have a project to add to my artist’s statement and with a meeting scheduled next week with the local arts collective, maybe a step up to something more significant.

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My written work’s coming to the end of a significant period of development. Although the rejections are piling up, an awful lot has been learnt in the last six months over what is and isn’t going to get me published. If that’s the goal, to see if at least one collection can make it to the printing stage, it’s easily sorted by self-publishing if all else fails.

I’d like to think however I am good enough to get past that point, that with what has been learnt so far there’s not only space for improvement but development too. There’s a massive raft of new prizes and opportunities that present themselves in June, and then in July I’m off to Leeds for a two day writing weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Whatever happens, this optimism is worth making the most of right now.