Wordy Wednesday – #NaBloPoMo – we did it!

Well, friends, we’ve made it.  Thank you so much for being with me on this blogging extravaganza of thirty whole days!  And doesn’t the world look different today?

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view from my window this morning

andrew-and-johnny-2016As I look out at our frosty garden, I can hardly believe that it’s only been one month since my husband, Andrew, and our son were in their T-shirts, working together on some kind of new wooden structure for our garden.  We jokingly call it our Arts Centre because both my musician son and me have our eyes on it!  Whatever it turns out to be, its progress is stalled for now since it’s a weekend, weather and spare time-dependent DIY project.

Something that hasn’t stalled is Andrew’s facial hair!  He’s a MoBro for the second year running and has grown a moustache (and taken part in the Bristol Movember 10K run) to raise money for the Movember Foundation.  Thank you very much if you’ve donated to his page!  I am really looking forward to getting my clean-shaven man back, however.

Since I started this month-long blogging project, I’ve had my hair done and popped  into the monthly  Artists’ Café at Trowbridge Town Hall (next meeting is tomorrow!).  Blogging every day has given me a chance to tell you about the kind of life I lead in this small town in west Wiltshire.  I’ve spilled the beans about my favourite pen and notebook  and filled a few of them up with writing as the month has rumbled along.

It wasn’t so much rumbling as exploding when the the US election result came in and left me wordless.   All I could do was share a picture we keep on a wall in our house; an image my daughter draw when she was seven years old had started at a new school.  I get a lump in my throat thinking about how alone she must have been feeling and I don’t know if I felt the same on November 9 but it might have come close.

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image by Kitty Horsfall, aged 7

The world is in turmoil and I questioned what I was doing continuing with a blog.  I’m feeling frightened, as I shared with you over imaginary coffee.  But to take on the world’s sorrow would break me as I wrote in my post ‘The miracle of keeping going.’  I’ve been strengthened and inspired by the actions of people who are doing something to make a difference, however small.  Stephanie Norgate’s beautiful poem ‘Miracle’ which she read at this year’s Winchester Poetry Festival (where I was the Festival Blogger)  is simply about the miraculous ability of babies and small children to sleep anywhere. I am drawn to this poem because it shines a light in a year filled with hateful headlines.  Stephanie Norgate is taking part in a Poemathon on Sunday 11th December at the Komedia, Brighton to raise funds for The Refugee Council. You can  support Stephanie on her JustGiving page or head to Brighton for the Poemathon – it will be wonderful.

I’m glad that I’ve been able to share with you some of my work as Poet in Residence at Trowbridge Town Hall.  I would love to do more work with children and the general public in schools and community settings and this is something I hope to be able to do more of in the future.  I’m struggling with funding so that’s something I’ll have to get to grips with if I want to pursue my ideas.

Trowbridge is in an area where general educational attainment is lower than the national average and cultural engagement is minimal.  I approached the Town Hall with the offer of running weekly poetry workshops, setting up a Poetry Society Stanza and running an event for National Poetry Day and I’ve been thrilled that they took me in and helped me get my events up and running.

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some National Poetry Day pictures from Trowbridge Town Hall

I don’t know how I’ll move forward but I’ll continue to share my plans on this blog.  It’s a funny old thing blogging – sharing my secret notebooks with complete strangers!  Rest assured, I don’t share everything with you….. but it was good to talk to Anthony Wilson about some of my reasons for blogging.  It was good to think about what got me started and ask myself why on earth I do it.

It hasn’t been easy, blogging every day in this month of Supermoons and much tea-drinking.  I very nearly ran out of ideas on more than one occasion.

I have to be truthful and tell you that I’m quite pleased that November is nearly over but I’m really, really pleased I’ve taken part in National Blog Posting Month.  Thank you to Lizzie Ward who posted about Nanopoblano and inspired me to join in and to everyone who’s cheered me along and YOU, dear reader, for your visits, comments and likes.  Thank you.

I’m not going anywhere, I’ll still be here so please keep calling in but maybe not every day, for a while.

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In November 2016 I posted on my blog every day! That’s 30 posts in 30 days! Today is Day 30! Yay!

17 thoughts on “Wordy Wednesday – #NaBloPoMo – we did it!”

  1. So many of us don’t feel like strangers anymore, thanks to bloggers like you. Blogs can bring people together in a wonderful way, can’t they? I have found that comments I have liked on Anthony’s page have brought me messages in response, from people I never would have ‘met’ otherwise. And there is so much more poetry in my life now. Bravo for keeping going through November. I have to say it was hard finding time to read everyones extra posts! Time for a quick rest now before Christmas. x

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  2. Well done. It isn’t easy. I blog intermittently and my most popular blogs are invariably the ones that I thought would not be – in my case Seventies Female pop Stars, and the Tokoloshe.

    In your case it has broadened the sweep of your subject matter, and I have thoroughly enjoyed joining you on that sweep.

    Do keep going as and when the urge takes you.

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  3. Well done, Josephine. I’ve enjoyed reading your blog and you’ve covered some interesting subjects along with the tea drinking! Enjoy being free from the everyday blog!

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