And life goes on...somehow. On one level it seems unfathomable to me that I should still be alive when the person who gave life to me is dead. But I don't want to be morbid, I loved my mum very much, she was a wonderful person and her death has left a dreadful gap in mine and my family's lives. Next month I shall be travelling to the Isle of Lewis to scatter her ashes and it will feel good to take her home.
Focusing on the future I've booked my tickets for StAnza and I'm really looking forward to it. Sadly I was too late for the intimate reading with John Burnside, the tickets for it were gone by the afternoon of the day they went on sale! However I've got the tickets for everything else I was planning to attend and this time I've also managed to book a reasonably priced B&B so no youth hostel for me!! Now just to decide whether I'm going to be brave enough to submit some poems for the Ciaran Carson Masterclass...!