Thursday, November 22

One Year

I STARTED THIS place on the twenty-second of October, two-thousand-and-eleven with an odd story about becoming obsessed by, and financially supporting, a paper-girl. So this blog is thirteen-months-old exactly. In this past year I have written a lot more poetry and begun putting together a collection of short stories set in a village that my train goes through, twice every day.
The short stories have, for the time being, been put on hold because I don’t have a story to write and I’m sure-as-shit not going to write one for the sake of it. I’m not going to force anything.
One thing I will say is that I didn’t write much poetry at all a year ago. I considered it very difficult and thought that I couldn’t do it any justice, that I couldn’t bring anything to the table. However, since I begun this, my fourth blog, some of you have really given me confidence in my ability to be Another Poem Writer. You have complimented and constructively criticised me and I have tried to be better & better.
Over the years I have lost many readers for a variety of reasons but I am, to the bottom of my symbolic heart, grateful that you visit this site to see what I’ve been up to with my keyboard. It means a lot to me. No one in my life reads what I write, and very few people actually know I write – thinking I just stay up late for no reason at all – and that I can share this shit with you is a great relief to me; I would certainly struggle to cope otherwise.
I hope you continue to come here and to tell your friends about me, and I will keep hoping my various artistic endeavours entertain you.

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