Well, take myself in hand I did, and last week was a highly productive one on the writing front. It could have been even more so if I was adept at typing left handed, but in the current situation I'm not complaining! I'm well on the way now to completing the first draft of the family chronicles and hopeful that my newly-set target (mid March) will be achievable. Whilst I need to maintain a definite focus to make sure of that, at the back of my mind and on the pages of my notebook a couple of other potential projects are taking form, spin-offs from the main thrust of the family story. I'm certainly not the type who can write two or more works simultaneously, but it's good to have some tentative follow-up plans.
One highlight of last week was an evening spent at Buzzwords listening to R. V. Bailey and June Hall reading their poetry. I wrote about the two of them a year or so ago now after hearing them read in Swindon from "The Book Of Love And Loss" which they had edited. Again I really enjoyed hearing them both, but I was especially struck this time by June's work; she writes so movingly about the triumphs and tragedies of life, about such intimate events as stillbirth and sickness, so amusingly about birthdays, growing up, growing old, even the frustrations of using disability aids. If you're not familiar with her work, do look it up, it's well worth the effort.
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