I knew this would happen…

When I started this blog I had a feeling that I’d be true-to-form and lose interest and wander off. However, I will not be beaten by my inner work-shirker and am now going to take up where I left off. Please forgive my slackitude.

Right, since last we spoke, I’ve chaired a few exciting salons (including A.L. Kennedy and William Letford), attended the fabulous happening that is the Stanza International Poetry Festival (finally seeing Robin Robertson), been teaching at Stirling University (really good fun and a nice new challenge), read at the lovely Aye Write festival (for the gutter 08 launch, with Claire Quigley and John Jennett who were both great), started working with a mentor, crashed my car (narrowly escaping death, but totally murdering my new car) and visited a psychic (more of that in a later post). I have also written about 1000 words. Not all of them tremendously marvellous.

Not surprisingly, in amongst all these hectic happenings (which have also included two funerals and a christening in the last two week period) my mood has been -ahem- variable. I need to start a routine of sorts and get writing seriously. I’ set myself a deadline of finishing the first draft of my current project by mid August. And then I set another, sort of internal deadline, of mid June. Which is quite soon but possible, I think.  I’ve got to write another 40,000 or so words. So, if nothing else, I’ve given myself a challenge. I just need to see it through, which I’ve established is something i’m not amazing at.

However, all (well, most) things are possible. So we’ll see…

 

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