I love reading my favourite bloggers’ year-end blog posts – all very different, all inspiring and thought-provoking:
Hilaire’s analysis of her reading year got me thinking: when did I last borrow a book from the public library instead of buying one? Is a growing TBR pile evidence of my own consumerism? How many books by BAME writers have I read this year?
Kim Moore’s colour-coded year-to-view serves not as a reminder of the energy levels of my younger years but as an exemplar of a life being lived to the full. Attending funerals of friends and ex colleagues barely older than me were this year’s stark reminders that life is short – and sometimes far shorter than we think. Am I being too lenient with myself as regards putting things (ie writing) on the back burner this year?
Josephine Corcoran’s penultimate blog post about the creative buzz of Trowbridge Arts led me to reflect on all that’s happening in my neck of the woods and how much I’m looking forward to being part of it all again after being a back bencher these past few pre-op and post-op months.
Robin Houghton’s end of year post is rich in reasons to be thankful as well as in resolutions, and not all of them writing/poetry-based. I share a wish to spend more time in the garden, now that hip health has been restored. And what’s become of my daily walks since I returned to work, I ask myself! And surely it’s the everyday stuff and being physically ‘out there’ that is the richest writing fuel of all?
Robin’s post on giving up Facebook (temporarily) makes interesting reading, too. It’s a growing concern among increasing numbers of us on social media. I want to limit time spent scrolling through my newsfeed, liking, commenting, sharing and posting. I don’t want any part of political argy-bargy and the vitriol that manifests itself in ‘Not Dead Yet’ lists and the like. I’m not going to quit Facebook, though (not even temporarily), for reasons which include remaining in touch with my lovely Burwell music family and keeping up-to-date and informed on poetry happenings and successes of others, competitions and magazine deadlines I don’t get to hear about via e-newsletters and Twitter. And some days a cute kitten video is just the ticket! Ooh! – and thanks to this morning’s Facebook response from a friend I see face-to-face from time to time, I’m reminded of a promise I made: to take her to see a local bluebell wood this coming spring. Yes, getting out and about is always more joyful when you’re sharing it with someone.
I’m not too downhearted by a lack of poem output/successes or falling blog stats. Instead, I’m growing A WISH LIST – more of that in future blog posts. The list does include plans to grow my blog readership, starting with more regular blogging – possibly a weekly post on a regular day – maybe. And I’d like to work in a more disciplined/dedicated way on a sequence or short collection of poems around a theme – concentrating on one theme in particular rather than my default butterfly approach.
Having being less physically active than normal this year (if that’s possible!), one thing I’ve done LOTS of is reading. Here’s a sample:
Novels with poetry in their prose: The Gap of Time, Jeanette Winterson’s 21st century ‘cover version’ of Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale; Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane; Max Porter’s debut Grief is the Thing With Feathers.
A novel that drew me out of my genre comfort zone a second time: Rod Duncan’s Unseemly Science (steampunk with a twist, a hint of the local).
A collection that made me feel uncomfortable enough to redefine (once more) what makes a poem a poem, and the power of quiet poems amongst the more shouty ones: Michael Rosen’s Don’t Mention the Children.
Craft envy: Helen Mort’s Big Lil sequence in issue 56 of The North.
Little gems: Kate Dempsey’s Highly Commended poem ‘While it Lasted’ (*fist pumps*) in the 2017 Forward Prize collection; Mary O’Malley’s ‘Uillean’ from her latest collection, Playing the Octopus (engaged me as poet and musician)
Some of the poetry events that fed my hungry heart: Literary Leicester readings by Sarah Howe and Tom Pickard (what a pairing! – such a contrast in many ways); reading at one of the launch events for the Welcome To Leicester anthology; Shindig! – my abiding favourite amongst regular poetry nights.
The odd success: my first writing residency as winner of the Bru Leicesterwrites prize; three residency poems published in the Welcome to Leicester anthology (Dahlia Publishing); one poem (from my pamphlet, Beyond the Tune) published in OWF’s Half Moon: poems about pubs anthology.
A high point (yesss!!!!): being selected by judge Luke Kennard for Eyewear’s Best New British & Irish Poets 2017. If there’s a (London?) launch, try keeping me away!
Remaining hopeful: 8 poems currently ‘out there’ with magazines/in competitions, 7 of which are maximising their chances as simultaneous submissions (legit ones).
Critiquing thanks go to fellow Soundswriters and members of South Leics poetry stanza. And, not least, to Helena Nelson for her excellent feedback on my first Open Window submission – in particular her remarks on one particular poem that kept on bouncing back: I sent it out again. It’s my winning Eyewear poem!
Thanks go to you as my blog readers, for reading, comments and likes.
Whatever 2017 holds, I wish you happiness and good health, time to spend with loved ones and those who love you for who you are, and time to indulge in whatever it is that makes you feel truly whole.