Sometimes I think I am a whacking great coward. I haven’t done the scary things – sent poems to be published, read them aloud, re-established a reading group, for ages.
In fact the last thing I made I was proud of was a string of bunting made of doilies, and thats hardly something to publish in a slim volume and force eventually onto my children.
Incredibly safe, flush in my comfort zone.
I am resolving now to step out, as it were, into the chilly air of unfamiliarity.
Wish to come? I’d like a companion, and someone to clap no matter what they think.
But first, back to this crafting.
It took four gins before I had the guts to press send on my last story submission. x
But you DID IT. Whereas I hide from mine and then say things like ‘the deadline was so soon! who knew!
Also I really like your writing that I have read. Wish I could see more. x
i will cheer you on so loudly that from your podium you will look down and shush me.
Literally cannot wait to see you on saturday. I might be like hey, come round at SEVEN AM to help. Just for your nice fringe and nice face.x
Reblogged this on Que Sera Sara? and commented:
I like Alice. She makes my heart smile. I thought you’d like to know.
Thank you! That is so lovely of you. Hope you are very well and that I will see you soon! xxx