Writing is solitary
And whenever we make it less than that
We dilute ourselves
Yet we have to go out in the world to gather stories
Gather fuel
Food for the writing
It always shakes me up
I’ve been travelling
So
Routine falters
Concentration wanders
And the word birds fly to other fields
This morning
I tried to call them back
But my mind has nests in so many places at present
This blog
My Patreon
My new Facebook page and home for Audacity magazine
The magazine itself
The word birds are like starlings
They drift and weave high above
Beneath
This small person walks with her dogs
Looking skywards hopefully
But they won’t roost
Then tonight
Finally
I heard a ruffle of feathers
Leather clad feet
I’ll boil water
Make tea
And wait for the word birds
To come home to me
*The new Facebook page is open. I’m not doing the precious gathering and hunting that one does – sharing the page to this and that – my previous page also called Athousandbitsofpaper on Facebook taught me a lot
And what it taught me is – Facebook is a marketing platform designed to sell product
I’m not a product
My poetry is heart felt
I don’t care for numbers – I care for authentic engagement
My magazine and storytelling mean a great deal to me as does my poetry
I shall not turn them into whores for publicity
So
Subtle post under personal page leaving everyone to make up their own mind
If I only have a few followers fine
They will be precious to me and I shall talk to them daily
Just like my friends here
Thanks again for listening
As always
It means a lot
Oh and the Facebook page in case anyone wants to follow is here I would love that 😊 and of course will high five back.
Emma my brand person has done an awesome job with the banner and it’s so much nicer to stand up with her awesome work behind me.
