For reasons I cannot go into here, I am finishing 2019 in a tired frame of mind. (I am not just talking about the election result and its implications for Brexit.) While I have been thrilled to publish and promote two new books, I end the year somewhat in deficit in terms of the deep personal space that I know I need in order to get any (new) writing done.
I have found myself wondering recently whether I will ever write anything again.
Having taken some advice from some long-lasting writer friends, I have therefore decided not to devote any energy to this blog for the first four or so months of next year.
I have already prepped two or three posts for early January (another look at some poems of the New York School) -but after that I shall be disappearing for a blogging holiday.
Thank you to everyone who has commented here, liked a post, bought a book. I am deeply indebted to you for your support.
I wish you all a very happy Christmas, and a fulfilling and peaceful 2020. I’ll see you sometime in April or May.