That Friday feeling

Well, it has felt like a very slow week here. ‘Haulage’, I called it over on my @mwbewick Instagram account. And the world has hardly been light.

Around this time last year I was in thick of compiling entries in a journal that became The Orphaned Spaces (see http://www.dunlinpress.bigcartel.com). The entry for 6 Jan was this:

It’s a reminder that amidst such midwinter gloom, it won’t be long until spring is here. Which in turn reminds me of how much writing I’ve promised myself.

I have three separate poetry projects on the go at the moment, and the trick, I think… is not to stop. Even if at times it feels like nothing more than haulage.