Days Like These

This was my only success last month. However, it keeps up the streak of publication from late last year. We already have July sorted.

/looks at August with growing suspicion…

Yesterday

I’m only a day behind now. The emotional energy expended since Friday is still being recouped: a decision was made on Sunday night to rearrange short-term planning as a result. It is easy to forget/overlook just how physical a new experience can be, plus the trauma of getting used to a new place. The bag I packed to work with needs a serious rethink.

It will literally take me WEEKS however to unpack all the stuff that happened, but I know what my personal highlight was, and always will be. That would be an exchange after the Writing Hour on Sunday with someone whose name I didn’t get. It was one comment, “I really enjoyed your Open Mic performance.” I said that to a fair few people on Sunday myself. To have it happen unprompted?

We are moving forward.

Fame

Blew my streak yesterday. I’ll get over it.

Dealing with trauma and nerves pre-Kendal however? Not *quite* so simple…

This is the Sea

The first proper project I’ve undertaken for myself alone is DONE, or at least it will be once the subtitling is fixed tomorrow. I have two more projects ready to roll starting Friday, though the chances are I will start early on them both. Most importantly today, something I said was fixed a couple of months ago and wasn’t will finally be done. There is no time left to pretend stuff is working. It all needs to be done.

Also, it doesn’t matter if only a handful of people look at my work. I made progress.

Hard Rain

I could do an update, but honestly, you don’t want to see it. I’m not proud of myself, either. Next time, LOOK WHERE YOU ARE WALKING, DOOFUS.

Today I’ve been mentioned on Radio 4 by a poetry hero, and been rejected twice. Frankly, the latter can do one. The former is FAR more fun. I also finished a poem about me having wings.

It’s being submitted to a Journal before I go to bed.

Things to Make and Do

The Podcast is done, and I’ll probably sort out the rest of my outstanding work today, which then grants me a glorious Free Friday to go muck about with the last of the Estuary video. All I need now is some actual funding.

Can’t be that hard, can it?

A new Day at Midnight

It is taking a fair bit of time to adjust to my new routine. A lot has been altered, if truth be told: it is not just writing and creation. Exercise has been given a different focus. That’s been a bit of a game changer. Oh yeah, and after what’s probably been almost a decade, I have short hair again.

It was something that mattered for a long time, being that person. Now, however, it is not who I am any more. Accepting this is an important step forward, embracing it even more so. Only by reinvention can we challenge and redefine ourselves.

Only by doing the things that frighten us is there a chance to redeem the issues that have held us back.

Video Killed the Radio Star

It was inevitable, of course, after last week’s 200 plus views triumph of video making and poetry reading that there would be a plan. I’m going to post this and then spend my Friday night making title cards for the next two projects in the series. Without giving anything away, they will be called ‘Wander’ and ‘Golden Mile’, both of which will have a connection to water. They coincide with journeys to two different locations in the next couple of months.

September’s is provisionally entitled ‘Fast as You Can’ and has nothing to do with Fiona Apple. This is me, using my free time as a means to create content, and it helps establish a routine that will get me publishing five poems a month with videos to accompany them. If anything, it will show potential organizations that a) I’m not fucking about and b) I can do my own promotion. Maybe one day someone will pay me for this… who knows?

Whatever the outcome, I am having fun organizing it all…

Fast As You Can

Today has had a lot happen in it. By far the most important part of that is that instead of being distracted by social media, other things have taken place. Instead of being dragged into things I cannot change or alter, I used time to write poetry instead.

Five poems have been sketched to first draft in time that previously did not exist. I would have been mindlessly browsing or being sucked into arguments that, at this moment, do not require my input. Instead, from the tyranny of always being present, I have produced something that makes me happy.

Not all problems are as easily solved, and this is why this time is doubly important. The time I have reclaimed has been used wisely today. Tomorrow may be different. However what is increasingly apparent is that these are problems I can solve alone. This is the key for my next step of professional progress.

You can always be more than you believe is possible.

Paranoid Android

Well, that was a fucking ride.

I’ll be back to normal eventually. For now, there’s a LOT to think about…