"She lives the poetry she cannot write" – Wilde
Look. I’ve been busy, alright? It is true that I have forfeited my Good Little Blogger status by not posting for weeks: most uncharacteristic, but I really have been most awfully busy. I will pull my wintry socks up and get on with it – after all, it’s not like I am ever going outside again until April. Except, of course, for all the upcoming events shown at the end of this blog.
There’s FAR too much to tell you about in terms of what I’ve been up to, so we’ll go on the ‘picture speaks a thousand words’ principle. What I did in the past six weeks includes:
Overseeing a joyous National Poetry Day – here’s one image, from outside the Southbank Centre where National Poetry Day Live! was hosted by the wonderful venue and the Poetry Society.
Seeing my play First Person launched and performed by the brilliant young people of Action Transport Theatre, at Chester Literature Festival. Said one lovely person – “a real treat – a strangely compelling combination of drawing room drama and Katie Mitchell.”
Launched Bugged, the book which resulted from our summer eavesdropping campaign – and done oodles of readings from it, alone and with others. It is about to go into its third reprint (that’s when I break even, folks!)
Taken up lecturing at MMU Cheshire, where my avid students are all agog to learn about iambic pentameter.
Done readings of my own in venues from Rochdale to Ramsbottom, and as far afield as distant Wivenhoe (Essex). Here I spent a brilliant afternoon worshipping at the feet of my artistic hero James Dodds, whose picture appears on my book. I love James’ paintings and linocuts, and it was great to meet him and his equally smiley wife Catherine, have a little tour of the town and see James’ studio before being welcomed by the fantastic Wivenhoe Poetry crowd.
Had some time at last for friends – such as the esteemed Derek Adams, of Essex Poetry Festival. The future of Essex poetry is in safe hands…
Bought a CAMPER VAN – ta-dah!
Immediately I brought the van home, winter arrives. I am now very very snowed in – the boat is immobile, and I’m starting to wonder if I will ever be able to fill the water tank again. The neighbours are a bit pissed off too…
The end of the year approaches, and normal people are winding down. I, on the other hand, will be appearing before a devoted audience at the following locations:
Ramsbottom library on Monday 6th December for a Christmas session with Tony Walsh (as it were) – see my thrilling Ramsbottom flyer 1 (so much better than the sequel, Ramsbottom flyer 2)
Northwich Library on Wednesday 8th December for a reading with Anji Topping
Macclesfield Town Hall on Saturday 11th December as part of the Pull The Other One cabaret
Camden Eye on Sunday 12th December as part of the Rrrants Bacchanalia poetry special. Please do come, my mother will be there and I need to look good.
Blackburn Library on Wednesday 15th December for a Bugged reading with Calum Kerr.
and then I’ll have a cup of tea. I’ve decided to take 25th December off as a special treat.