hibernation

Well, kind of. I was busy making a hot chocolate late last night (yes, that’s how wildly rock’n’roll life at mine is right now) and it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t updated the website in… what? Weeks? Ye gods! In our million-mile-an-hour world, where the expectation of regular cyber-updates is taken as a given, what on earth was I thinking??

Naturally, I had a word with myself. And now, I’m writing this blog to convince you – and myself – that I care. Because truth be told, I’m rather enjoying just cracking on with life. Getting out on the mountain bike. Going to the gym. Swimming. Sitting in and actually reading poetry rather than scrolling through my timeline on Facebook or wondering how may ‘likes’ a post will get. I’m diving into Jo Bell’s wonderful 52 book and spending hours letting my imagination run riot with ideas for new poems, then sharing them with friends and seeing what they’ve made of the same prompts.

It’s all very enjoyable. And revitalising. And exciting. And whatever that Danish zeitgeisty word is that people started using twelve months ago when they decided they were just that bit too old to go clubbing. Hygge. Yeah. That. Not a word you hear a lot of round here, where they just call it ‘staying in’, but you get the drift.

I’ve gigs coming up. The new book is out (if you buy a copy, I promise to crawl out from under the duvet and shuffle to the Post Office to send it on its way). I even found time to send a poem to Culture Matters, who published it here today, bless them. But right now, I’m more interested in getting a sourdough bread mix on the go, losing myself in a good book, and doing as little as possible.

And I tell you what, it’s addictive.