Yesterday was a lot of pain, both mental and physical. I’ll talk about my issues with the former in a Paid post later, the latter has a lot to do with me going back to fish oil as a supplement, which reminds me to take today’s now. If someone could remind me to do that for the next 120 days, I suspect my life will get considerably better than it is now.
The best news however is that my poetry brain is very much back in the room, ably demonstrated by the poem that popped out of this brain at 10pm and refused to let me sleep until it was happy with it’s own evolution. I sense that we may well be about to enter another one of my purple patches. It has been a while. That means beginning this morning with an edit of the pamphlet work.
After that we’re trying a bit of an experiment.
Son is on earlies for the rest of this week (8-4pm) and this gives me the opportunity to do a lot more work in the mornings. I am not normally a morning person but needs must. Of course, this morning I’m still not done by 11am as is often the case, reality likes to do its best to remind me what it considers priority… but to be honest, I’ve wrote poetry first instead of finishing this.
I am considering my options and looking at submission windows with a critical eye. Old work will be pulled out shortly and some decisions will be made on the back of that. Of course, it’s rarely the quality of my work that counts as the whole any more. It’s impressive how much anger fuels output at present, and the satisfaction that resulted with the transfer of that to narrative.
That’s also a decent way of preventing it doing internal damage.
So, let’s get back to it. Watch this space for details of how things go.