Something old, something new

Inspired by the amazing people in my writer’s group, today I purchased a journal expressly to begin to write poetry in again.  I used to write a lot of poetry, what feels like an age ago, though I have precious little of it remaining now.

Felled by one of the worst migraines of my life last night.  I did write yesterday, only 1,000 words.  I was feeling ill already then, my brain already misfiring from the oncoming migraine.  No writing today, as my head is in that weird post-migraine state of weirdness.  Tomorrow, there shall be writing.  Today was mostly lying down the kidlet, watching Skins and reading Firebird when I could concentrate on it.

Annoyingly, it is a lovely springlike day outside, and I would dearly have loved to go for a walk in it.  Still, there is tomorrow.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.