Following a few years fighting and losing against chronic insomnia, one morning, at around 3am, I picked up a pen and scrawled words across a page. It was bad, but it wasn’t bad-bad and it was certainly an improvement on a book I’d just paid for, coming back from the UK.
The bug bit and I slowly grew into writing, drawing a bow-wave of the OK and not so OK but it’s a learning process and no-one ever stops learning. In 2014 I came first with a short story in Writers’ Forum, which encouraged me and followed this up by an appearance in the Poestate poetry festival in Lugano. All was going well until I went self-employed, and my energies became channelled into that and my writing fell by the wayside.
Of late that’s changed a little, I’m finding a little more time and the words have started to come a little easier once more, certainly easier than sleep. Word of warning; a lot of my poetry was written at ungodly hours in a less than positive state of mind.
Thank you for taking the time to read through.