Creative Tuesday
it's been a good one! Began with my head in my hands, ended with that "I think it's coming together" feeling.
All sorts of things have to happen before I get to sit down and write - cat feeding, laundry, emails, coffee - just normal everyday stuff but doing these things with M.E., even on a day when I’m less ill means that they take an age. Everything is broken down into 15 minute bursts with breaks in between…you can imagine how quickly time passes. I used to get a bit stressed about this, thinking “I’m must prioritise my writing” but now I understand that once these tiny tasks are done, then I can sit and write without my mind wandering or the tension in my shoulders growing so knife-like that I fear blood may emerge.
Dramatic as ever. Anyway, all the little tasks got done and I sat down to write. If I’m honest I wasn’t feeling it this morning. I’ve a few things I want to do on the Kathryn Anna Writes Bespoke side of things and I toyed with focusing on those' but I remembered my promise to myself at the start of the year and ploughed on. This is important - it means this work is as valuable as more commercial work which is a vital step in terms of valuing every aspect of what I try to acheive.
Enough - what have I actually been doing? Well, it’s been poetry day again. The poem I’m wrestling with caused a proper head in hands moment which transformed into a Eureka moment. It’s really coming together now. I’ve polished a couple of other pieces for submission and sent them off, as well as fulfilling another promise to myself and recording more of my work.
Which leads me to this
My contributors copy of the Alchemy Spoon Pamphlet Competition Anthology came landed on my doormat yesterday. Whilst my pamphlet wasn’t the final choice for publication, I’m pleased to have made the longlist, and pleased to have been one of six poets mentioned in the judges report.
So this has been a successful Creative Tuesday. I’m intending to plan out my research time for Friday’s post then I’m off to my tiny greenhouse to see if any of Dad’s cosmos have germinated.
Until next time,
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That was surprising. I had to read it a few times. But it all gels beautiful. Completely not my grandad experience which is why it surprised me. Love the moss in the path image. And the juxtaposition of the shit filled shed. I could smell it.