Today have been trying to exercise writing muscles gently after a few days busy doing other things. Focused mainly on a couple of poems which I’m hoping to submit to competitions – not that I’ve ever won a poetry competition in my life, but still, it’s worth a try. Still pondering over my next poetry collection after Fragile World – can’t decide whether to do the same again or to approach an actual publisher. Unlikely to succeed – poetry is a hard sell. But I’d like to start collating some poems for it anyway, including ones from this blog. Any favourites? I want to use this one to raise money for the women of the Congo – those who are victims of the awful atrocities and sexual violence that we wince to hear about.
I am also trying to get to grips with water and sanitation again – this will be my fourth or fifth re-write. It’s not proving easy to find a market but it’s a subject I think is so important. Seriously, neglecting these things has a knock-on effect on all areas of development.
Now, however, I think it’s time to wind down. Have another crunch-click-cringe remedial massage tomorrow. As usual, I need it, although I have been trying to re-invigorate my stretching regime to compliment the pummelling this week. Sounds such fun, doesn’t it? But I actually enjoy the fact she’s actually getting to the problem places – it’s a relief more than anything. Finding and recognising the problem enables us to actually work at it, in whatever area of our lives.