The Book
Okay, now the holiday’s over it’s back to business. What? Back to business? How can you be so callous, you horrible slave-driving fun-spoiling inner voice? Can’t I spend at least the next year daydreaming and re-living holiday moments? Can’t I wander around the photo album in my head and get lost in Paris nights and Mallorcan blue sky? No? Alright. Business then. Everyday life. Good news - my poem Rosella was accepted by Poetrix which will be out in early June! It’s been a while since I reported in on THE BOOK. I’ve been doing Advanced Novel at Tafe this year with plenty of workshopping and some mentoring from Catherine Bateson. I’ve been slashing and tightening the text and writing poems for the start of each chapter. At the moment my book – which I thought was nearly finished – feels like a sad pile of unravelled knitting. For a while it sat on the floor in the corner, while I despaired about how to pick up all the stitches, but I’m now in the process of knitting it back up, row