Hilarious energy
Coughing through the night, chest infection still annoying, though I felt a bit perkier today. I love this time of year, and lots of interesting stuff is happening. To have the wind taken out of my sails by a stupid chest infection is a bore. Beth hacking too. And worse, Lorraine starting to cough too.
The day interspersed with bits of freelance to do with homelessness. Wrote a bit about Gilgamesh on my other blog, and tidied up something for Lorraine for the parish magazine. My great get the bloody poems out initiative, is still going well. I got my second response from my salvo, from Jeremy at Frogmore. It helped sitting next to him at the Poetry Book Fair, and him telling me he liked shorter poems. I sent him some short ones, joking about my cunning, and I'm pleased to say he took Touchstone, a poem about Moulin Huet for his spring issue. Two from two so far. Better not start crowing yet though.
At half four, I walked down to The Duke of Wellington for rehearsals of A Glass of Nothing. A really good session today. The Beth, Kitty and Dylan now familiar enough with this play to push its boundaries even more. A kind of hilarious energy at times tonight. Being party to the unfolding of the work is really useful experience for me. Beth and Dylan talking about us doing a sketch show in the Spring, to keep everything going before we go to Edinburgh. This could be great fun too.
Home to Lorraine, who'd had another long day.
The day interspersed with bits of freelance to do with homelessness. Wrote a bit about Gilgamesh on my other blog, and tidied up something for Lorraine for the parish magazine. My great get the bloody poems out initiative, is still going well. I got my second response from my salvo, from Jeremy at Frogmore. It helped sitting next to him at the Poetry Book Fair, and him telling me he liked shorter poems. I sent him some short ones, joking about my cunning, and I'm pleased to say he took Touchstone, a poem about Moulin Huet for his spring issue. Two from two so far. Better not start crowing yet though.
At half four, I walked down to The Duke of Wellington for rehearsals of A Glass of Nothing. A really good session today. The Beth, Kitty and Dylan now familiar enough with this play to push its boundaries even more. A kind of hilarious energy at times tonight. Being party to the unfolding of the work is really useful experience for me. Beth and Dylan talking about us doing a sketch show in the Spring, to keep everything going before we go to Edinburgh. This could be great fun too.
Home to Lorraine, who'd had another long day.
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