There was a nature writing workshop today at the library and I went along. It was great – run by a local poet and afterwards, I bought his book as I'd had to miss his launch a few weeks ago.
We talked about verse, meter and the importance of punctuation (or a lack of it) in poetry. Then we had some writing time and I managed to get some words down. It was a good feeling.
I really want to prioritise creative practice but also, that well feels so shallow at the moment – even reading! Reading is hard work, let alone the kind of reading I want to do to. I need an energy for this that I somehow just do not have right now...
It leaves me feeling very thick in the head – I don't mean in a derogatory, insulting sense, I just mean my head feels thick, wooden, full of density and no space. And definitely not the right words, even if I can think of any words at all








