Take Me Out

I had a meeting yesterday, at the local arts collective, where I’d applied to take an in-house Residential space. Not being accepted was understandable: there was no portfolio of note to present, lack of back catalogue to refer to. However, there are now options and inroads, possible paths that were perilously unmarked. I have a ton of potential options, including a speaking gig in September.

There’s also a 1-2-1 with a literary agent when I get to Leeds next month, which requires me to finally decide which of my selection of long-form works should get the push. That’s still not clear, either. I have a phenomenal amount of stuff suddenly to think about, and a brain that is still struggling with the action of moving from lying to standing. However, I could do burpees this morning without too much discomfort, so that’s progress.

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In a change of plans, I’m going to my Mother in law’s funeral next week, which will mean I’ll have to work extra hard to make up the exercise shortfall. With a laptop and a cloud drive, all my work can be done wherever I happen to be, of course, including the back of a van on a motorway. The process of writing poetry continues apace, it should be possible to be into my final edit next week without too much stress. The website is ready.

Time to do the work.

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