Poetry. Honest.

I am trying to remember a poem I wrote when I was 15 called Yellow but all I can remember is the line "but I am yellow." 

It was about cowardice as opposed to too much sun (in 1990s Boro? Ha!) and I do have a copy of it in a published book at my parents house but I wish I had if here too so I could read it. 

I'll be honest, it wasn't a cheery poem but it was an authentic poem and I believe pretty good. When I thought I could be a poet (thanks to Simon Armitage), before I realised I had no idea how to be a poet. 

I wrote this one recently; I'm pretty proud of it.....

Our youth has gone

And so has your beauty

Something that used to mean

So much to me

But still, no poet. But a writer, yes. 

Long awaited update?

My self imposed retreat worked; on Sunday around 6pm it suddenly occurred to me the story was almost complete so I typed like a maniac and (practically) finished the first draft! Over 38,000 words and just the tidy up at the end. I felt so relieved. 

The next task is to tidy it up - check the final stages for errors etc then sit down with Alex Rider and Harry Potter and check the language and the tone against Adventures in Recordland. So basically I get to read (and dissect!) books. Excellent! 

Update on cows and writing retreat - proper day 1

So I woke up and all the cows had gone. Can't help feeling it's a ruse to make me feel at ease before they attack! It has been a busy but enjoyable day; an early start to watch the rugby World cup kick off then to the local market in Matakana to get supplies for the day(one of my favourite places in the world, you can stick your Angkor Wat - can you buy feijoa wine there? I think not). If you're curious supplies were 3 divine summer rolls, a bag of rocket, the most amazing kumara bread and a block of red Leicester cheese. (I may need to get more supplies tomorrow as it turns out writing makes me want to eat a lot. Or perhaps because it's the only distraction I've left myself. Either way I have eaten a LOT today). Writing was good though - current standing is 30,218 words and I really would like to hit 32,000 before the evening is through. Which isn't going to happen if I keep faffing about here.

Writers retreat - evening 1....

The cows haven't taken me yet. Finishing this evening's writing efforts on 26,100 words..... Time for Laphroaig and I Capture the Castle. Nanite!

Should I fear the cows?

You know what they say about cows.....quiet, docile creatures happy to meander in the field waiting for their time to be made into burgers. But I am sitting in a cottage with a view (and oh what a view!) and right in the bottom 3rd of that view are a bunch of cows meandering closer and closer to my area....Everyone knows it's the quiet ones you have to watch. What if they turn on me? Will they know I'm a vegetarian? Anyhoo, cows aside I am sitting at a table drinking a beer and looking out on to the impending sunset over Leigh and its surrounding area. It's quiet, except for my monkey style typing and that excited bird singing. I'm here to write so I thought it'd be good to start it off with a blog entry, just to track my motivation when I remove myself from everything I love and know (Andy, Netflix, the heat pump and our wonderful bed). So, starting at 25,474 words......what will Monday morning look like?!