The snow and cold have come back as I worried they would. February was snow free until the last week when we got dumped on. My kids are finally getting a chance to go cross-country skiing with their schools. That and ice skating are part of the curriculum here in winter, but they are past the point of enjoying winter activities. The light is back and we're all ready for winter to be over, but we'll spend this month crawling ourselves away from it towards spring. Everything is so gray and frozen here, it's hard to summon up much enthusiasm.
Now my uni course is finished, I'm trying to get back into some writing routine. I can carve time in the weekends to write, but I'm unfocused. One of the paid projects I applied for didn't happen, so I'm waiting on the other and have several unpaid opportunities coming up, but instead of writing something towards them, I spent most of yesterday morning chiselling away at one poem.
I'd written a poem with a slight scientific, theme and I had been looking at the Fibonacci sequence and trying to incorporate it somehow. I discovered yesterday that there is a poetic form based around it, the Fib poem. It's a simple, non-rhyming form which appeals to me. I'm trying it with word count instead of syllables as I'm lazy and am having enough trouble making it fit without having to break it down into further complications. It's coming together, but I haven't written anything new.
I've often taken writing courses as a way of boosting inspiration and getting back to writing daily. I might look into my regular ones and see what's happening there. Until then I just need to pick up my pen and get scribbling.
I had three poems appear in Issue 7 of Flights, an e-journal back in December that I'm not sure if I shared. It's great to be included with such impressive writers. And also in December, I had three poems published in the Sunday Mornings at the River anthology.
This is available also as an e-book which I've never been fond of, but I'm seeing them as an affordable way to buy books I would struggle to afford or to have posted due to Brexit nonsense, so it's allowing me to read more recent books which is always a good thing. Though I've discovered that poetry doesn't always work on a phone screen, the lines get enjambed wrong at least not at the magnification I need, so will need to read poetry texts on my computer.
Back to the grind. Enjoy.
