There really isn’t much to do at the moment, except wait for Noel to get back to me about the status of the press’ funding. It’s a little like waiting out the winter months for the first snowdrops in January.

I’ve been toying with writing a forword. Not that I want to sound pompous or grand, but because I enjoy reading forewords by other poets. I love Spike Milligan’s foreword to his collection Hidden Words, where he says writing a foreword is like being asked to don a second pair of trousers on top of the ones you’re already wearing.

Anyway, in a discussion with a writing friend we were talking about how a foreword can set the tone, or the broader agenda of the writer–sort of like a writing manifesto, if you will. Like a nailing of the colours to the mast, except it’s a lot less life threatening!

It all sounded quite interesting in the discussion, the only problem is when coming to write it out, it sounds terribly like the essays I spent all year trying to write–a little creaky and disjointed.

I think I might just need some percolation time. Oh well, back to reality and the provisioning of food for six hungry mouths!


No Responses Yet to “Regeneration?”

  1. Leave a Comment

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: