I have found that it is entirely possible to spend the whole day fiddling with blogs and tweets and facebook walls. Linking them and making them look pretty is a consuming pastime but I need to remember the reason I am doing all this!
There is no point setting up this elaborate network unless I actually manage to get some writing done. However, this whole electronic world is very beguiling. Not only that, on my worst days, when the M.E. (CFS) has a very tight grip, the internet has been my lifeline. It has allowed my to shop, chat, explore and generally alleviate the isolation inherent in the disease. Even telephone calls often take too much energy as they require instant response and coherent thought, whereas emails for example can be written in one’s own time and stored in drafts for checking before being sent…though often I admit mine have poor capitalisation and very interesting typos because I do not check them well enough.
So, I have started to tweet, set up a poetry email address – email@example.com, and hopefully linked everything to this blog.
Now for today’s poem. I was in M and S yesterday, wandering round the food shelves looking for tasty things to put in D’s parcel when it occurred to me that this sending of parcels, one of the most important ways in which I can show D that I am thinking of him, should have its place in the forthcoming anthology. The first step is to list the unlikely things he has been sent…very smelly cheese, a wind-up toy mouse, a book of Einstein’s riddles, an egg cup with a cutter shaped like a soldier to stamp out real toast soldiers, hundreds of party poppers, a toy aeroplane, a tiny maze….
There is definitely inspiration here , if only for a list poem, though I rather fancy that the solemnity of a sonnet would contrast well with the light hearted subject matter, or maybe the repetition of a villanelle would be better. Time to start work.