Just a holla to all of you who are so caught up in the day to day that you have no time to really breathe, to smell the ashes. Even if the day to day is good and creative nad in many ways fulfilling, when there isn't a sizable fragment that is a pause, a decisive pause... then it's like something is slipping by unnoticed or you're neglecting something.
I have had no time to write, to think about writing...which may not be a bad thing considering it could just be bollocks. Anyhow, next week I have a week where I hope to have a chance for some breath and then I can DVArt properly again.
Incidentally, has anyone else read Samuel Beckett's Rockaby, if not DO, one of my favourite pieces of verse.
In England there showing the final few episodes of The Sopranos, what the hell will life be like without it?