It was a pleasurable kind of work but enough was enough, surely? Dividing poems between the ‘strong’, ‘needs more work’ and ‘forget it’ folders is quite draining. Okay, okay, it’s only shuffling paper and not trying to reassemble words but still… it needs a bit of thought and after lunch there’s not a lot of that around.
Then I pulled a slip out of the DO SOMETHING vase and thought I don’t want to… but I will.
In the end I felt much the better for it. I suppose that’s what this whole daft notion is about.
DO SOMETHING WITH A RINGBINDER