And so it comes around again

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Oliver Cromwell – Leader of Men. Well, Leader of Some Men. For the sake of historical accuracy, I should point out that other opinions on Cromwell are available.

I don’t really have much to say that I (a) haven’t already sad or (b) want to share. Life is much the same as it was last week, last month and even last year. I’m in a writing slump, not because I’m blocked, but because I can’t really be bothered to write anything. It’s just taken me three days to finish off an article that I should have done in less than a day. I just get bored and start doing something else. Then I go and watch TV, eat, nap, wake up, and repeat.

It’s a new month so I have to start submitting more poetry. I have plenty to submit, so it isn’t a problem, but as all editors have different requirements it can be time consuming to get everything set out correctly. As one journal has just changed its requirements for the third time in six months, this is getting quite tedious and irritating. I can see why different editors like to have things presented in particular ways, I can even see that they want to change them (even if it is more difficult for me), but changing regularly is a pain. Even worse, several editors have changed things and in doing so have caused me to miss submission windows.

Captain James Cook – Whitby. He discovered lots of places, much to the surprise of the people already living there, who hadn’t realised they had been lost.

 

It’s been quite a flat year and I haven’t really advanced. I’m still plodding away writing average poems. Every time I think I have written something a bit better than usual I am quickly informed otherwise by editors.

Sadly, this is a thought I often have at this time of year, so I refer you back to my opening paragraph and will leave you. I’m hoping, as so many times, that a good night’s sleep will solve the problem, but I rarely have a good night’s sleep, so it’s unlikely.

One night I hope I will have sufficiently disordered sleep to inspire me into writing a poem of beguiling strangeness. Until that happens I will just keep writing about insomnia, worry and the inadequacy of an ageing bladder.

If I can’t get a good night’s sleep, I can at least eat a nourishing, high-fibre breakfast

14 thoughts on “And so it comes around again”

  2. Clare Pooley

    The previous comment was by me, Clare (asuffolklane). WP has decided that I cannot comment anywhere without signing in but refuses to accept my password. Sigh!

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  3. Anonymous

    I am sure some of your problem is to do with the time of year and the gloom. Richard seems to go to sleep every time he sits down during the day but has to get up very early because of his painful joints. I cannot get any momentum going with my blogging; somehow, despite having lots of ideas for posts I shy away from WP and read a book instead. This will all resolve itself eventually I am sure. If you have plenty of poetry to submit you will manage to do it at some stage. Try not to worry about it too much. xx

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    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      Wise words – I do try not to worry, and the time of year does have an effect. 🙂 I too have plenty of things to write about but little inclination and I also often get up because of my joints too. Chairs are easier to sleep in than beds. 🙂

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  5. Laurie Graves

    That breakfast looks delicious to me! I certainly sympathize with your insomnia. I, too, have trouble sleeping, which in turn causes me to get up later than I should. For an old lady who stays home most of the time, my days are pretty busy. 😉 This is probably small comfort, but if I were still an editor, I would gladly accept your poetry.

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    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      Thank you Laurie, even a small comfort is better than none, and that seems quite a big comfort. . I used to be able to sleep badly and still get up and work. Now it is more difficult.

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