Oh look, it’s September: how time flies when you’re working non stop instead of actually being on Holiday… there were some breaks for enjoyment, and the last week has been the most relaxation managed all month, if truth be told. However, it is BACK TO WERK tomorrow with an early start and ALL THE POETRY to return to what is still technically Summer until the 23rd. What can you expect? Let’s break it down:


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Poetry now also happens every Monday because a) I need the practice and b) this site deserves more original content. The best ones may (where rules allow) be used for contests, but I won’t tell you if or when that happens. This is important, repetitive exercise just like those push ups and lizards at the Gym. Do them often enough, and you get good.


Pictures at an Exhibition

Also, photography needs some thought and effort. Those holiday photos require uploading to Flickr before some of them get recycled as personal blog headers. As a result, there should be a post a week about pictures because it’s the effort required to start taking more care of what gets seen, plus the impetus to push me out to other places as inspiration. The World is what I make it, after all…


Write Now

To round off the triumvirate of new features: Wednesday is the day we’ll talk about writing generally. Whatever takes my fancy will be fair game. It’s the reminder that I take Thursdays off to do just this, and there needs to be more thought about process and WHY stuff happens than is actually the case. There also ought to be some effort to try and plough through my backlog of books…

THURSDAY THE MAGIC HAPPENS so no blogging, okay?




We are currently two weeks behind on episodic fiction (I tried, it wouldn’t happen but last night the breakthrough came) so we’ll soon be back on track. The backlog will be posted as we head though this week and I’ll also be updating this ‘logo’ at some point to something far better, so watch out for us getting back on track. It’s a salutatory reminder of why routine really matters, and why holidays are clearly counter-productive…


Poetry from Twitter gets reposted. I’m slowly working through the old stuff, re-editing where needed, improving where required. It’s a constant work in process, literary equivalent of painting my own personal Forth Road Bridge, with all the Iain Banks significance that drags with it. It is now more reassurance than chore, and the means by which sanity stays front and centre. There’s also some REALLY good work in there.

The more I think about it, the more confident I become that this IS good work.

If you don’t believe me, come start reading the Blog regularly and make the decision for yourself.

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