I'm proud of my efforts so far this month. I've already written far more poems than I thought I would do in the whole of July, and we've still got more than a week to go. And I've been writing them in amongst other life stuff going on; it's not as if I've been sat by a river with a notepad for hours every day gaining inspiration from Nature and then putting this stuff together. I have surprised myself with my abilities, and also (humbly speaking) with the quality of what I've written. Let's not get carried away, I'm not going to win any prizes or get approached to be Poet Laureate, but I think some of my verses are quite well crafted, and some of my output is worthwhile, and might even mean something to the odd reader or two.
So I'd quite like to keep on doing it. Don't worry, I won't keep publishing them all here as postings. This blogsite isn't going to become a wanky self-indulgent ode-fest. But I have felt the benefit of the creative process, and the cathartic feeling that comes from composing your thoughts and feelings into prose form, and I think I'd like to keep doing that. Whether it will happen without the pressure of a self-imposed blog challenge or not I don't know, but I guess we'll find out in August.
RC 19-7-23
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