Top to bottom: Parliament Oak, the Major Oak, Byron's Oak, (Newstead Abbey, only the stump remains), Lightning Tree (Thoresby Park), and felled tree trunk.
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Top to bottom: Parliament Oak, the Major Oak, Byron's Oak, (Newstead Abbey, only the stump remains), Lightning Tree (Thoresby Park), and felled tree trunk.
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Today I made a trip into town to place copies of my book inside those venues I once frequented, and wherein some of the inspiration came from. The trip resulted in an encounter which left a lasting impression.
I don’t give money to the homeless, but I always buy them a sandwich & drink lunch if I see them outside the store I get my groceries from. The guy I came across today was situated nowhere near a food store. So, in high spirits, I asked him if he read poetry, and gave him a copy of my book.
It transpired that not only does he read poetry, he writes it as well, and commenced to recite two for me. They were incredible! So there were, exchanging poems on the pavement. Good times.
I encouraged him to self-publish. But I don’t know how the homeless could access that facility.
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Strolling around town today, with no particular intention. A young Hari Krishna guy asked me for a donation. I have no cash on me, not that I would have donated anyway, but offered a verse of the song instead. So, there I was, middle of a busy central city side-walk, singing a verse of “Hari Krishna, Hari Hari”. (You know the tune). His face lit up.
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Some silliness on Twitter / X, when I know I really should be writing. This is the problem with social media, even when one is not really sociable. The urge to get noticed overrides all sense.
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Top: If garden benches could only speak, what stories they could tell.
Bottom: I had to replace the heavy stone with an alternative arrangement in my tree-stump sculpture.
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A change from observational drawing, I decided on marker pens, imagination, cardboard sheets, and see what happens.
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March is my favourite month. The bleakness of January and February hopefully passed.
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One might think that having done all the writing & editing work, then the Kindle Create and upload stage would be easy. No. However, all is done now. I am published: "46 Contemporary Poems in Various Styles".
My original idea was to include 47 poems, the family's lucky number, but I rejected one piece. Reading one’s words on Kindle, as opposed to all the weeks of reading through them on my laptop, is a little odd at first. Seeing them through the "lens" of a Kindle screen, as indeed the audience will, takes a bit of getting used to. But by bedtime, I got over that.
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Bridge over River Maun, Ollerton; clouds over Thoresby fields; Thoresby Park country lane. On the look-out again for new subjects. It's getting tricky!
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Top to bottom: Clootie tree, Newstead Abbey grounds, Oak Apples, Silver Birch.
I enjoy my sketchbook, and still have no plans at all to ever return to painting. Also, it keeps my Twitter page active, which might be useful to publicize my intended poetry book.
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I set myself a target and a deadline, and I made it.
47 poems was the idea. (The number 47 has a family history). I had a lot of writing to sift through, much of it was intended for song lyrics, or basic "stream of conscious" pieces from old blogs. It all needed a lot of editing and re-writing. It became 46 poems. (One was rather too vitriolic).
Break now to do some sketching for a while before getting my head around e-book self publishing.
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