So, here we are again. Me having completely neglected this blog, after swearing to start taking it seriously following the renewal of my domain. But as this year’s saying goes: it is what it is. It happened, now it’s time to pick it back up and start again. To be fair to myself, very stupidily, I allowed the stress of the January uni assignments to take over my life and consume my very being. Then, once the deadlines started to disappear one by one, I started to rebuild my Instagram poetry account, after having neglected that since the summer.
It’s safe to say that I’ve been failing to manage my time very well recently, but now I feel like I’m finally starting to get back in control. Semester two already feels miles better than its predecessor. There is alot more creativity involved, I have once again been asked to join the team producing this year’s issue of the university’s creative arts magazine, as the poetry subeditor, which is super flattering and exciting. Also, the ratio of creative to theoretical modules this semester is in my favour, so all in all, I’m feeling more positive about the near future.
I’ve started writing poetry again, finally, after months of simply not being able to conjure up enough motivation to get back into the swing of it. As I mentioned above, I run an Instagram poetry account, Working Class Poet is my first ever creative brain child, it has been under some sort of construction/maintenance for a long, long while, but it is finally heading in the right direction towards the vision that I have for it. Feel free to check it out via the link above, if you enjoy amateur photography and a spot of poetry.
I promise to back, with gardening gloves and a watering can. I promise to tend to you much more frequently, my little flower. For now, take this shower of words and rest, tomorrow brings more light.