I’m not at all bothered about age, or numbers, or years. I don’t mind careering towards forty like a deranged lunatic. It is not as if there’s anything new in that.

I career, at many miles per hour, around my life, sometimes bumping into the pauses.

When I do, I breathe deep, suck it all down and off I go again.

I’ve got a year left of my thirties. A year of not taking paid work unless I’m getting paid to write. A year of only doing writing work. And because I don’t need any other challenges, I’m going to commit to posting a daily poem on my tumblr (created for the purpose).

Follow along here

I’ll link the posts to this blog and to my facebook and twitter feeds.

Feedback is, as ever, welcomed.