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…

Brew and pour (don’t forget the creamer.) Sip. Cough. (too hot) Sip, Slurp. (just right) Cough. Laugh, chuckle. YOUTUBE. you boob. Sip Sip, spit. Write, Type, ….STARE…. Write, you boob. Sip…(it’s cold) Toss. scribble. Pause. bathroom break. Sit, Wipe, Wash. back on the grind… …….