There was a time only a few years ago that I would be able to write or talk about any subject, almost. Now I am too stressed to write poetry.
Its not that I want to sit down and write poetry every day, or that I am much good at it – but it was something that I derived pleasure from.
What I am doing is using it as a baseline on how much fun is going on in life – the more stress I get day to day the less I can write anything…
There are steps afoot to change this a little by the end of March. By feck, so dam grown up of me, in the past the toys would be out of the pram and change would be well under way already.