I have unintentionally taken almost three weeks off writing poetry. It was meant to be just two: Two weeks to review 50 days, two weeks to write on other parts of my blog, to have a break with my family and to think/plan/ponder ideas for my poetry book.
Then I had a little operation and an infection which kept me at bay for another week. And I started back at work. Apologies, I have missed my blog terribly.
On the flip side, I have commenced planning my book’s content and I am having fun talking with Tasmanian photographers and staking out sites and destinations to write about.
Self-publishing feels like a very natural step forward, but at the same time I conversely feel like a nobody, embarking on the huge adventure with a high potential for failure.
I’ve had fleeting moments of horror when I realise the enormity of the task, primarily, what if I don’t do my home justice? But I figured as long as that one person enjoys my book, I will have succeeded.
I realise that I need mentoring on poetry, self publishing and editing. As luck would have it, my University is running an intensive poetry unit over the next month. It is run by a lovely Tasmanian Poet so the experience should be both enjoyable and educational. It starts tomorrow! I also need to start submitting work into magazines and publication, so I have been researching local and national poetry magazines to see where to start. I have no idea if I am good enough, but I have to at least try!
Which made me think how much I am missing the actual work, so here is a little quick note..
Missing my verses,
their sweet little touch
missing my writers
who encourage me so much
missing the voices
of all those that count
missing the fortitude
of little dreams that mount
missing ideas aspiring
from my head onto page
must pick up my dreams again
tomorrow is a brand new day.