It is quarter past midnight and once I’ve finished writing this, I’ll wake up and it will be the morning of New Year’s Eve. Tomorrow I’ve somehow managed to make my day quite busy but filled with nice stuff. I’ll be going on my last run of 2014 at 10am in the morning (I really should get to bed). Then I’m meeting lovely poet Jennifer Copley for lunch. More about Jenny in a minute. Then I’m going to meet the other 8 members of Soul Survivors to have our photo taken for the local paper to promote our first big gig on January 30th. That’s at 3pm. Then I’m going round to my friend’s house who is pregnant and due any day now. I’m having a quiet New Year’s Eve this year apart from all that, probably just staying in with the husband, who is currently ill and has spent the last couple of days languishing on the sofa with post viral fatigue syndrome.
On Sunday night, after posting my last blog post, I realised I’d forgotten to tell my lovely poetry news in all the excitement. Poetry Review arrived and it has two of my poems in – one poem ‘The World’s Smallest Man’ which my lovely friend John Foggin helped me with when I sent an early draft to him, and ‘How the Stones Fell’ which is a rewrite of Ovid’s Creation Myth, again linked to John Foggin. We both became a bit obsessed with Ovid last year.
I felt really annoyed with myself for forgetting. I originally started this blog to document what it was like to be a poet and do everything else alongside, and last weekend I forgot the important parts. I’m not talking about being published although that is lovely, but the process of being a poet. I’m not sure I’m explaining what I mean properly.
It has something to do with not reading enough which leads to not writing enough, to being too busy to go to my regular writing groups. It’s something I want to (am going to) change in 2015.
Anyway, I know this is a stupid time to blog. It’s gone midnight, most of you will be in bed I’m guessing. And I’m doing my proper round up tomorrow where I look back through 2014.
But first I want to look ahead and draw your attention to the residential course I’m running in Grange Over Sands in 2015. Details are below. I’d love to see some of you there. Half the spaces have gone already, despite me forgetting to publicise it with everything else going on. It will be a week of nothing but poetry. Maybe a bit of wine and good food as well actually. But there will be time to read, write, talk, think about poetry. It won’t break the bank.
You’ll be glad to know that myself and Jennifer Copley, although we forgot to really publicise the darn thing, have planned it meticulously. There will be a detailed timetable going up at some point in the next two weeks with a short summary of each workshop.
I’m also going to try and get some testimonials from previous participants, just in case you needed any more convincing.
Here is the most up to date information about the course
Residential Poetry Course – ‘The Stories We Tell Ourselves’
Monday 30th March – Friday 3rd April Abbot Hall Hotel, Grange Over Sands
£370 includes accommodation, breakfast and three course evening meal and all workshops and readings
During this week we will explore how to use narrative in our poetry. Using fairytales, myths, legends and your own family history we will start to create our own untold stories. Suitable for all ranges of ability – come and join us for a week of workshops, discussions and readings. We will be joined by two mystery guests mid-week.
Booking is now open – please ring the hotel directly on 015395 32896.
If you have any questions about the course please get in touch via the Contact Page.