I've decided I don't love writing poems to order, it's beginning to feel like flogging myself with a birch branch. So, although the finishing line is so close, I can't be arsed to carry on. Neither can I see the point, I've already missed a few days anyway, and I'm still here. That's not to say I don't think I've learnt some useful stuff during this time, I'm just not quite sure what it is yet. So why not move onto something I do love?
What do I love?
I love dancing. I love philosophy. I love writing prose. And I love getting so into a project that I lose myself in it to the extent I forget what day it is, and to eat, and even wash. And it feels the time is right for my next project, it's been simmering away for a couple of years, I've even done the first two chapters, but now I really want to immerse myself in it. So I may be around here a little less frequently for a while. Time to get back to real life.
Another thing I love is an ebullient boy, and thanks to Meri reminding me about TED by posting a marvellous (if unrelated) video on her blog, I found this one today: