I woke up writing a poem. It might have been a continuation of my dreaming, though, because I had taken out a newspaper advert to write a short two column by six inch persona poem for the Virus. If the Virus had a voice, what accent would I give it? Suddenly a locomotive of a…
Like many others on the blogs I follow I have been submitting my writing to publishers. In the push to get some of my work published I’ve come across some of the familiar, old, reliable doubts and fears of mine and a couple of insights that I thought would be cool to share.