I have made a monumental decision. I am self publishing a book. Not the big novel - that's still in the laps of the literary agent gods - but a little book of verse. I used to wax lyrically quite often. I have, somehow, managed to gather together a rather dusty collection of rhyming couplets. Except most of them don't rhyme. Which is OK.
Poetry is sometimes looked on as a dirty little secret. It's possibly not considered the sexiest of the written form and I think school curriculums have a great deal to answer for that. I would often read poetry pre GCSE and one of my treasured children's book was Golden Apples and Silver something or other. I have googled it in vain but I remember it quite clearly. Dissecting poetry in stifling classroom environments took away some of the magic.
Then, as I grew older, I became more self conscious and embarrassed at sharing my work. So what changed? The realisation that time waits for no man and marches on regardless. What exactly is it I am waiting for? I dipped that toe. I put the whole left foot into the water. I set up a CreateSpace account today and got me an ISBN. I logged into Kindle Direct Publishing. It's happening baby. Suit Up!
I may or may not have started to watch How I Met Your Mother.....