Friday and its a poetry day as my blow torch is not arriving till tomorrow. So a muesli breakfast and I am settled on the sofa office with both laptops fired up. I decide to submit some poems to the Poetry Society Poetry Review. I decide on what I will send and then set about trying to use the submission link. I format the poems I’ve chosen into a single document and then fill in the on line form. It goes relatively well until I am asked for my membership number. What follows was hours of frustration of as I try to find my number. In the end I send a pleading email to the society and give them my details. To my surprise I get a reply by the end of the morning so am able to send my submission. I have sent five of my poems into the dark and will not know the outcome for at least three months. Having completed the first submission I ready another four poems and enter them for the Winchester Poetry Prize. I ready the poems and then sort out my fees via Paypal, which turns out to be a nightmare. Eventually I think I have manged to pay and get a receipt number that I have to include in an email to the competition. I compose my entry email and get it sent off. Its lunch time and I have spent all morning in front of screens. So more of my poems are out there and likely to become more of my Herod’s children as I call my rejected poems.
I lunch on soup and watch some of the Commonwealth games. It then comes to the point where I cannot ignore the need to train. So I get ready and get myself into the garage. I strap into the rower and decide that today I need to do an hour at my usual resistance. I set off at a reasonable pace and manage to keep a reasonable pace all the way through. It turns out to be a good, if demanding session.
It takes time to recover from the effort of the session and to record it in the daily food and exercise log. Then its time to change and cook tea, which goes okay. I eat while watch more Commonwealth games and then draft the blog. I have little energy left but need to feed the hedgehog and then just veg out till sleep comes along.
