'Writing Class'

Yesterday and today: Matthew Barton.

The Bliss of Solitude

The family are away (of course I shall miss them...well, a bit) so I have a whole week of writing and writing summer school to myself.

Perhaps I will use the time to write the last 60 lines of poetry required for my portfolio.

Or perhaps I'll spend the week drinking undrinkable wine and passing out on the sofa with the dog in front of re-runs of Glee.

Or perhaps both.

News of a win...

my poem won The Lymington Arts Festival Poetry Competition!

Sadly I can't make it to the festival, but with my reading list digging deep into my budget the prize (£50 of book tokens) will be much appreciated.

Check out details of the festival here: http://www.lymingtonartsfestival.org.uk/

Baby steps...

Scenes

'The aborigines were at a low level of culture, subsisting on the produce of the forest and grasslands, and practising hardly any arts.’

A.J. and F.D. Herbertson
The New Harmsworth Self-Educator, Vol 7, p3890. (Published 1914)

Today I am mostly writing about...

radishes.