Dashing off a quick post to try to keep to my weekly blog plan as part of the Poet Bloggers 2018 Revival Tour. I’m knee-deep in old notebooks this week, as I flounder inside the messy and muddy quagmire that is my poetry manuscript. I’ve spent the past two days holed-up inside my house, as I read through my editor Jane Commane’s notes and try to reshape and finish what will, I hope, turn into my first full poetry collection, What Are You After?, to be published by Nine Arches Press this June.
On top of that, I’ve had a busy week at St Gregory’s school where I’m writer in residence, reading through students’ crime stories (which some of them are writing for a competition), as well as planning and delivering school poetry writing workshops.
In my notebooks, I’ve come across fragments of poems that I copied out (and have since forgotten about). This reminded me that I used to keep a reading journal, which I wrote about here, and I wonder why on earth I ever gave up this wonderful habit?
As a lover of notebooks (I can ever have too many), I’m definitely going to reinstate this routine and start to copy out fragments or even whole poems that I like.
So I’m dashing off again, apologies for a super-quick post. I did manage a speedy visit to see my daughter in Oxford this week (a wonderful treat!) and I’m glad that I didn’t say that I was too busy to see her (I sincerely hope I will never say this). Here’s a photo of a grapefruit plant and some other riotous flowers from the greenhouse in the Oxford University Botanic Garden.
There are a few more snaps on my Instagram feed. It was uplifting to see so much colour and new growth on a dreary January day.
Wishing everyone a happy week.