Well poetry at Borders went well and I was asked if I would do it again so it must have gone OK. There I sat between three dedicated writers promoting their fiction,I felt like a bit of a fraud but it has brought me back to the keyboard again. Tricky though to make the old gray matter move a muscle or two, especially when I live by this glorious beach and a somewhat fragile summer is stirring. As you know most of my time is spent in the art room working with my hands and all exciting bits of life are tied up in the process of making, being creative and looking forwards to moments that I can spend with my grandchild.
Actual exciting personal experiences are for the young, I can only live through memory and observation now. Change in all things is inevitable and it can be sad to see some of the good things I remember on the wain or are no more. Some of the replacements of the good old stuff for me is very disappointing but of course because of the rythms of life,in a short time they will be the memories of another generation.
