Those of you who follow my writing life, either through this site, or via my Facebook page, will know that the last part of 2017 was something of a success. I won a poetry prize. The Scottish Book Trust chose my piece for their ebook. I got invited to speak at a Poetry evening.
But I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
Which was that I couldn’t write. At all.
Success, which I had thought I wanted, needed – something to balance the sixty two rejections received over 2017 – was harder to bounce back from than failure.
I had plans to work, a quiet house, and instead ended up sleeping through multiple episodes of Ru Paul’s Drag Race.
It was a relief to discover this is normal – I let myself write tiny things, and rest, and watch Netflix.
There are always more words.