On Wordy Walks
I’ve been trying to find more time for my writing. Being a full-time freelancer means I have to prioritise work that pays the bills – teaching, project management, commissions and performances. The actual WRITING of the poems often gets pushed to the bottom of the list. But, writing poems is my favourite part of what I do, so I’ve been trying to re-prioritise it over the last few weeks. Last month, I conducted an experiment. I was going on a walk anyway. I love a nice, long walk, and I LOVE an urban walk too. Most people I talk to prefer a walk in the woods, or in the Peaks or on the beach – and don’t get me wrong, I love those kinds of walks too – but my inherent nosiness is always delighted to go poke around in the city. If I’m going into Nottingham, and I don’t have a time limit, I like to walk the four miles from my house to the city centre. Walking is my favourite self-soothing activity, and the only sport I’m really, truly great at! So, this random Wednesda...