Taking stock
First day back from Guernsey, and plenty to be getting on with. I am having a major re-think of my cyber presence... As there is too much and it's all too complicated. I spent most of the day and night sorting these out. Typically my weight peaked in Guernsey when there were cameras and people looking at me, so I am now back on a much more rigourous diet.
Mostly however I think a few days where Richard and I managed a BBC radio appearance and three poetry readings. It was excellent to work with Richard as usual. It it's good to approach these things with a friend whose work you admire.
Additionally I did my two Skelton Yawngrave sessions, a poetry cafe reading and some protracted networking and with the best part of 160 Skelton Yawngrave stories now in the island's schools. Thanks to the Guernsey Literary Festival I arrive home full of a revived interest in poetry, in Mervyn Peake, in the poetry of Caroline Carver, the singing of Olivia Chaney and much much more.
On the Brighton front had a chat with Betty and we are going to reschedule to next play, which is a sensible move as it is only a few weeks away and we are badly behind on our planning.
Otherwise kept myself to myself and, purposefully, got on with things. In the evening I started writing a poem about the wind in the trees. Climbed into bed at 11:30 and read a few poems before sleep. I opened the Mervyn Peake book at random, and the first poem was about the wind in the trees. Interesting.
First day back from Guernsey, and plenty to be getting on with. I am having a major re-think of my cyber presence... As there is too much and it's all too complicated. I spent most of the day and night sorting these out. Typically my weight peaked in Guernsey when there were cameras and people looking at me, so I am now back on a much more rigourous diet.
Mostly however I think a few days where Richard and I managed a BBC radio appearance and three poetry readings. It was excellent to work with Richard as usual. It it's good to approach these things with a friend whose work you admire.
Additionally I did my two Skelton Yawngrave sessions, a poetry cafe reading and some protracted networking and with the best part of 160 Skelton Yawngrave stories now in the island's schools. Thanks to the Guernsey Literary Festival I arrive home full of a revived interest in poetry, in Mervyn Peake, in the poetry of Caroline Carver, the singing of Olivia Chaney and much much more.
On the Brighton front had a chat with Betty and we are going to reschedule to next play, which is a sensible move as it is only a few weeks away and we are badly behind on our planning.
Otherwise kept myself to myself and, purposefully, got on with things. In the evening I started writing a poem about the wind in the trees. Climbed into bed at 11:30 and read a few poems before sleep. I opened the Mervyn Peake book at random, and the first poem was about the wind in the trees. Interesting.
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