The more blogs I read, the more certain I become that I will never be a world shattering writer. There are so many brilliant minds transferring brilliant thoughts from busily tapping fingers to screens of willing readers, like myself. I am a casual poet. It’s not in my makeup to try and force lines on to blank pages, and forcing it would be. My poetry comes out of nowhere at no particular time or place. This can be inconvenient at times, especially when there isn’t a pen in sight, or in the early hours of the morning when sleep evades me. By the time morning comes, the thread is broken, the brilliance faded.
My reading is also spasmodic. Sometimes I read a lot, other times hardly at all. I like to dabble in a few crafts and switch from one to another often on a daily basis. I’m a big fan of Dickens, and Tim Winton, but really it’s whatever takes my fancy at the time. I would love to read ‘Songs of Fire and Ice’ but that’s a future project because we are looking to move house in the next few months and there’s too much to think about between now and then.
Does anybody read my posts? I would like to think they do and that they enjoy my words.
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Yes, I have just found your blog and am reading your posts which mirror my thoughts also. I have such brilliant ideas in the midst of the night, and in the morning they seem so mediocre that I talk myself out of thinking I’ve had an idea worthy to write about. But don’t give up! Your writing is honest – and that’s where the best writing comes from!
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The great thing about words is that they last and here I am having just read your post on Boxing Day 2019 after you reblogged one of my posts and I then came here for a look at your blog. I’ve had an admittedly quick read through a number of your posts and enjoyed reading them all!
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