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Winter is ending update

I've been doing lots of research lately on Scottish history, which is showing me just how much we never move on even if we think we're dead modern. I've also been writing poetry, I've been super inspired by Jacqueline Saphra's amazing poem Cimex Lectularius (see my post here for more on that), and have been writing a poem a week because of that, and informed by all my Scottish history research, and also the ongoing slow-motion car crash which is Brexit (as I write Westminster have rejected no-deal but not actually got rid of it, and they've asked for an extension but not actually got it *sigh*).

Anyway, I've had a couple of bits of good news. Firstly, I'm going to have another poem in the May edition of the wonderful online poetry magazine Picaroon Poetry - such a good magazine, I'm chuffed to bits to be in again. Secondly, my poem about a grumpy old man who was genuinely in a swimming pool with me is going to be in this year's Speculative Book! I'm very happy to be getting involved with Speculative Books because they're so very very cool. Way cooler than people who say cool. Plus look at the pinkness, it's fabulous. I'm back in touch with pink again, I feel I was overhasty to chuck it out.

I am currently hibernating because it is STILL raining (although we've got daffodils and fritillaries in the garden so Spring isn't far off), and because my hair is very faded. Everything needs to green up.

Other stuff going on in life is all the kids getting on with their homework without being asked (NOT), and always knowing that whatever I cook for tea, someone will hate it. Speaking of which... 

How's it going with you?

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  1. That is all such great news! Hoping for some springlike weather here as well... would love to see some daffodils :)

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    1. I've got daffodils and frittilaries and today I've got SUNSHINE!!!

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