29 December 2017
Counting the hours till 2018. Not wishing time on exactly, but restless now for new beginnings even if the battles are old.
Lots happened this last year. My book First in the World Somewhere was published by Unbound/Penguin and it’s out there in the bookshops. I’ll be visiting many in 2018. It was a privilege to launch it at the Royal Festival Hall, Southbank Centre in London – with super lovely comedian and writer Francesca Martinez as compère for the event.
I secured a contract with Burning Eye Books and my first ever poetry collection, Come Home Alive, will come out in 2018
Good things, achievements I’m delighted with and thankful for.
Beautiful and enjoyable times with dear friends. I love my friends. Treasures everyone. Thank you all so much.
But. Of course there’s a but.
I was ill a fair bit. Got better. Got ill again. And so on. The main reason for no blog, including increased work commitments.
And another BUT is from the continuing and devastating attacks on disabled people. Including myself. Social care threatened. Benefits threatened. Demonisation of anyone not within the monied elite. Condemned for being poor. Believe me, this is the worst of Victorian thinking. It’s your fault for being born in the wrong family. It’s your fault for acquiring an impairment, it’s your fault for getting old…
We have to decide what we want. What sort of world. How we relate to each other within the human family. Look outside this monstrous over-fed capitalism and its control of the media. See that we are kind and open to talk and share when we can look beyond their attempts to brainwash us.
I’ve got my pen ready, metaphorically speaking. I’ll poke back wherever I can. Rely on it.
Happy New Year.