Okay, so I thought "I'll start a blog! I'll be hip to the Google and finally cool. People will comment and I will be a Goddess!"  I created a page, did one entry and then I forgot the URL, didn't bookmark it and couldn't be bothered to blog anyway. That was about six months ago. 

In the spirit of...something, I've decided to try again. This is more suited to me, I think, because I get to promote my poetry, which I've decided is something I should probably do. Up until now, when people have asked me if I was poet, I'd say "sort of. I write poetry. Not for money or anything. Sometimes I read it out loud though. To an audience. Yeah...I suppose I am." Then they'd ask if that's what I want to do with my life and I'd say "Well, no, not really. I mean, it'd be nice, wouldn't it? Make money from your hobby but how often does that happen? No, I'm going to be a marriage counsellor." My soul for financial security seemed like a fair trade and it still does, in some ways.

However, after a few months of intruding on the Cheltenham poetry scene, I've decided that I might as well give the whole thing a go, since I'm not really doing much else and people seem to enjoy hearing me read. I get a few whoops and applause and they actually seem to be disappointed when I'm not there, or so I'm told. I guess it's now or never and never sounds awfully dull. 

I'll be at Slak Bar tomorrow, doing my usual open mic thing and I'll be seeing Mark Niel performing there. I met him when he performed at Word! in Leicester and he seemed very nice, as well as a very good poet. The night should be fun, anyway.