How did I fall behind on posts? Perhaps it was the renovations or the first job or the second job or the essay.. maybe the tiredness of keeping it all up? One of those. All of those.
Things happen in threes I find. The roof leaks, the floors go in and the door is cut to size. They feed off one another to make a story. My essay is in similar waters at the moment. There are sources to be read, ideas to be formulated and words to be written.
Once we get from ‘to be’ to ‘has been’ progress is made and people – markers, builders, owners – are happy.
I’m raising a glass and saying my peice before I go away and write till I sneeze.
I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it.