I’ve been working and re-working four poems that I want to submit to an online journal early in the new year. Sometimes I find that I have to go back and completely start again with a poem—it’s the same subject matter but a completely different poem. And then there’s the polishing and tinkering. But the four poems (‘puriri’, ‘a walk on the moor’, ‘karori morning’, ‘Zeus’) are nearly ready: one in particular I’d like to do another ‘cut’ with a different versification just to see what it looks like. I’m not going to publish drafts on the blog as I do sometimes find myself working at odd hours at the last minute and there’s too much good poetry out there for you to be reading my drafts. But I will talk a little more about the writing process this year as I’ve hardly mentioned it at all so far on the blog. I’m working on a number of projects at present—I’m looking at blogs for a guide to poetry blogs and online groups I’ve been asked to write for the members’ section of the New Zealand Poetry Society and I’m cobbling together some information and some mp3s of my poems for the Paekakariki Fringe Festival. I have also been improving my survival Hindi by watching some sub-titled Hindi movies. I do want to improve my Hindi this year. I drank and ate too much (but especially drank) and smoked cigs over Christmas so now I'm on the wagon, eating carefully, doing a little yogic breathing in the morning and exercising at the local park. But I guess I shouldn't bore you with tales of my own excesses and regimes.
Today is my son’s Rohan’s birthday—he’s eleven years old. We have a big party for him before the holiday season kicks in so all his friends can celebrate before they leave town. Tonight we’ll all go out for a family dinner.
This is my first 'personal' post on this blog that hasn't been a book review or a piece of news and it feels...well, it feels a bit strange, actually.