Russian Roulette

It’s been a Week when blogging got sidelined for poetry performance and mental health. Both are important, but it needs to be said that I enjoy this, that the blog must never be ignored in my spaces of personal significance. Without these words, there would be no poetry. This was the true sandpit, where the ideas were first played with. Without it, there would be no me. I need to find ways to make this space and others relevant again. We’ll work on it.

I have the beginnings of a Set List. This is really important, and the two poems are different sides of the mental health coin for me. I tried out a poem last night that I know is really strong, and so it’s going to get entered for a Thing as a result. I doubt it will win, but I’ll never know if I don’t try. All of this is experimentation, after all, but increasingly is the realization people like me, as a person, as well as the work. That’s going to take some time to get used to.

One day.

Long Distance

It has been a hard couple of days on the brain. This is because, as a result of last week, my subconscious has gone into full on righteous indignation mode over how badly the female roles in Spectre were utilised, and How I Would Do Better as a result. There’s also quite a bit of unintended comedy appeared along the way, which has sent the subconscious into hyperactivity mode. Add a cold and hormones and frankly? The last time I slept properly was Monday. I need a decent night’s sleep, but it’s not happening just yet. I’ve got 25k words worth of wish fulfilment under my belt and frankly? Not even started yet.

I’ve also got a ton of grown up things I want to write about and now have to make time for. Needless to say, that quiet and uneventful Easter break I was hoping for isn’t happening this year.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.