Sure, when I can afford it, which if the hits on this blog are any indication of interest, is some way, way time away. Meantime I have a number of writerly projects tumbling about that may have commercial sinews. But I’m sufficiently anal to feel the ouija’d spectre of defeat if I don’t continue to post creative content on a weekly basis. What to do?
Cunning plan - use a different writer’s muscle in order to maintain a measure of focus on lucre. So you have some poetry this week.
Poetry works different bits of you to those worked by story. Drawn from the same vocabulary and experience but so different in the making and giving, so compassed and detachable.
Cunning plan - use a different writer’s muscle in order to maintain a measure of focus on lucre. So you have some poetry this week.
Poetry works different bits of you to those worked by story. Drawn from the same vocabulary and experience but so different in the making and giving, so compassed and detachable.
Last of Springs has worked different bits of me, forgotten and neglected in the pursuit of larger ambitions. I’ll do more. And I’ll have to review the ’index card’ presentation of Stories from nowhere for nothing - it’s starting to get unwieldy - I feel the dead hand of spreadsheet days stroking my cheek.
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