Writer’s limbo

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An Eeyore of a week. I was invited to talk to a writer’s group on Monday, who simply weren’t there when I arrived at the appointed time and place, which was fortunately a pub. The meeting had been cancelled and the email telling me of this went astray into that clown’s pocket in cyberspace stuffed full of messages never received. I nursed a pint of Harveys bitter in a writer’s limbo for a while, rueful and realising that I would have to blog about not having anything to blog about.

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In other news I have been getting a manuscript to a kindle-ready state. The subject is how the imagination is used in marketing. Each time I look at it, however, I see fresh errors or spot yet another outbreak of gobbledygook. There must be a particular ring in purgatory where writers are forced to revise the same manuscript till the end of time.

And as for poetry… Every poem I’ve worked on this week I have contrived to make worse. Sometimes the Muse is not with you, but instead is looking at its watch and waiting for you to arrive in a pub, or having fun with Christopher Robin.

Off now to chew some thistles.

About Peter Kenny

I lead a double life. Identity #1. A writer of poems, plays, libretti, prose, journalism and so on. Identity #2: A marketing outlier, working with London creative agencies and my own clients as a copywriter and creative consultant.
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