"She lives the poetry she cannot write" – Wilde
What a lovely week this was. I worked on National Poetry Day as usual and on a really exciting ACE bid, which I can’t tell you about. When I do, it will be a national call to arms for writers, especially those of you in the West Midlands and North West.
Wednesday was the first performance of Too Much Information, ie me and National-Treasure-in-Waiting Jenn Ashworth reading a selection of poems and stories. As ever, the Brewery at Kendal furnished a welcoming audience and a wonderful space – we really enjoyed it. The audience were given a small origami challenge and as you see they rose to the occasion. I stayed with dear friends including little Maddy, whose wide eyes give some idea of what I look like first thing in the morning….
On the way back I stopped off in Manchester for a meeting on Canal Street with fellow Four for the Port playwrights, Janine Atkin and Rob Ward. Friday brought more sunny meetings in Chester – with poets Liz Loxley and John Gorman. And then, oh joy of joys! On Saturday I actually got to go BOATING for the first time this year.
I just checked my blog statistics and found that around 150 of you are reading this every week. I don’t know who you are, but thanks so much. Perhaps you could tell me in the Comments field what you like, so I can be sure to keep doing it. Meanwhile your writing exercise this week is…. well, as you will know it’s World Haemophilia day this week. So – write a poem about blood: your own, someone else’s, blood seen at the butcher’s or the doctor’s surgery. Anyone squeamish? Meanwhile here is the most welcome sight of the boating year so far….