Here we are in October already. Time slides like the graceful trickster it is. Days lived, weeks lived, months lived – I’ve been telling more stories than ever before, but new written work that’s made it through to publication is thin on the ground.
Tom reads ‘Sometimes a Wild God’ – also a 2-for-1 offer on the A3 poster of the poem for the rest of this Winter. A brief mention of Cynghanedd too.
In which I mutter very briefly about the gathering darkness of the world, and writing, tell you about the SOMETIMES A WILD GOD poster (only £5!) and point you in the direction of Martin Shaw’s good words and a few others’ at that.
In which Tom has had a dream of a new edition of Sometimes a Wild God; old-new words; and his son learns to say ‘Baba Yaga…’
On April 23rd, I’ll be running a one-day storytelling workshop in Exeter. Originally conceived as a perk for the Hedgespoken crowdfunding campaign back in 2014, it’s taken a while to get together, but is finally here.
It’s been a long time since I wrote here. It’s been a long time since I wrote anywhere, more than a biro scribble on the back of a receipt, usually a shopping list or the phone number of someone I should call about something that I can’t quite remember, probably something to do with the mighty Hedgespoken truck. I look back on long days of leisure with a laugh, not bitterly, but with amazement.
The book of the poem, Sometimes a Wild God, has gone on sale in the Hedgespoken Press online shop.