...and now a new chapter begins.

This morning I parted with my last essay for my FdA English Studies course. I'd saved the best till last: the threads of postmodernism ran its stitches through the Internet - relenting and poised with  unpicker, bated breath and ready to tear and pull the lines out, but I didn't, not once. The words went in and a sense of something came out. It was an essay of embroidered ideas and questions. I sewed my words to make a tapestry of thought patterns and after I read it through I placed it in a wallet, signed the form and.....cut the thread.....

This summer I will  be writing freely. I will endeavour to complete a post a week either with creative pieces or informative blather. There will also be a lot of  appearances from completion who will be busying itself about my files and neatly prising formations of poems into stacks ready for the big brown envelopes.

The Clemo conference is nearly here and I've booked an appearance for the sun to come out and shine for that first week in June. Whether or not the burning mass will turn up is another matter...but I hope it does as I need its light to shine through three large windows at Wheal Martyn!

The chapters waiting so back to work....