I have a new collection of poems due out in August this year with Walker. Now this is where my note books come into their own- they put me back on our farm, back into unusual situations that only happen on a farm.
I've been trawling some note books, amazed by the strength of some jottings- jottings that maybe when I wrote them I didn't realize their value- concrete details recreated for a non- farming sector. I wish I'd written more, more. But hang on- I had six young kids then, a farm, community commitments, a big garden to feed us, calves to feed, a husband to help and a long distance to travel to shops, services.
But the funny thing, is I found time to write at the busiest time of my life. Every day, several poems, entries- now? Hmm, not so. But then nothing is wasted. The training I did then has stood me in good stead. This morning I have just written three poems based on specific memories and photos. A farm life makes one explore and value the surpring minute gems of life. It counterbalances the isolation, the loneliness.