If you’re going to write a poem, first you have to feel something. You can’t be lifeless, slothful, regretful; you’ve got to feel life. Don’t be a sap, a charlatan, don’t be happy with what you have, what is going on around you. Be mad,...
Today I have two main aims: Finding a local publisher of poetry. Checking up the stats on my web site (of which this blog is the home page).I’m in Suffolk, the sun is shining between showers, the late shift beckons at the printers where I work. Web stats show...
This is about time and the blog. Or, about time, Shakespeare and the blog. I mean, if the web had been around in Bill’s time, or if a new ‘Shakespeare’ arose today, would any of those plays get written? Would he not be writing stuff instead for the...
I’m in a meditative sort of mood. My son has been sick for a few days with a virus. We had him checked out at the hospital on Sunday, they say it’s nothing too bad, but you always wonder. My twin brother had Meningitis when he was about 7, wrongly...
Two titles for short stories: “Stamped to Death Envelopes” & “Get Witch Quick”. Not sure what I could do with them, maybe themes for the writer’s group. Perhaps the titles will be more exciting than the stories. One job I’ve...
Just to say, 9 years ago today my Mum died, of Alzheimer’s. Dad reminded me on the phone last night. We joked, as you do when subjects are a bit close to your heart, about the possibility of “celebrating” death days as we do birthdays. Of course...
