Why was I anxious?
5 days of literature, politics, art.
Dear god; The Poetry
I’ve been lost in a world of words this week. Bouncing, Tigger like, through creative writing, fiction readings and stats on the Northern Ireland peace process. I may even have done chair dancing to acappella close harmony singing.
I have spent days surrounded by proper writers. If I didn’t own some of their work, I do now. (In my anxiety, the book buying opportunities had escaped me.)
I am enthusiastic and inspired. I want to do much, much more of this.
I’m going to be a writer when I grow up.
I’m coming back next year.