Yesterday I arrived at the library on Eisenhower at 11.30 and found a little desk against the window at the back and settled down with some poetry. Then I got on with writing and rewriting some stuff. 'Crystal Lantana' got a third rewrite, totally stripped down. The first couple of stanzas went down from 30 words to 16. I think it's better, but I could be wrong. When you've sat with a poem for hours you stop being able to see it from a distance and this can hinder you. I keep rewriting it because I know it can be good, the bare bones of it I love.
First time I looked at my watch it was 2.15! Was gutted time had gone so quick, but happy it'd gone so peacefully. I didn't even hear it pass.
I am going to go back next Wednesday, and the Wednesday after that and the.... It was so good to just work and not have 10,000 interruptions or distractions. Once weekly doesn't feel enough but it will be for now. When Bingle goes to school I can go more often.
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