Between catching trains, hospital visits and hosting leaving parties for my daughter (going travelling for 6 months) I’ve only been able to write in short bursts this week. I’ve written more than I imagined… still all notes and sketches longhand, but it’s coming together slowly. Perhaps limiting myself to these constrained units of time is more productive. A good way to make myself focus. It’s certainly generated some unexpected characters and phrases. Including: ‘whatever is lost must look for me’. Odd.
Reading: ‘Demigods’ *****
Travelling: to Leeds and to Aldeburgh (on a rail replacement bus)
Listening: to Charles Causley’s poetry set to music by his relative the folk singer, Jim Causley. Beautiful.