I ought to be writing my novel, so naturally I’ve signed up to a 24-hour poetry marathon. Because why not?

I think I need to write my own version of John Finnemore’s ‘Procrastination’ song, in which I list all the many and extremely necessary tasks I’ve been doing rather than work on my book. A book I very much want to write, but for some reason keep avoiding. Hmm, feelings to explore through poetry this weekend, perhaps?

Anyway, enough about that. I’m returning to the poetry marathon after a three-year break, and raring to go. It was encouraging to look back at some of my posts from previous years and realise that they were not completely awful. Not especially good, but better than my prose writing at the time. And due to get better, I hope.