I'm looking forward to the final proofs which will arrive today - once I've given it the thumbs up to Penguin, it will wing its way (electronically of course) to New York where, we hope, it will make a huge splash.
After a couple of days feeling frustrated by my inability to apply the bum glue, I revisited some writers whose words of wisdom have encouraged me. The first one is Robin Hyde
In a letter of advice to the then young poet Gloria Rawlinson:
I myself write blotched attempts at poetry from a starved and strange existence. I have not distilled my abstract, perhaps I never shall. I believe that what applies to poetry applies to every art. I must practise five-finger exercises hours a day until the fingers of my soul ache. Go, search for your pearl, searching may cause pain or weariness – either an emotion. Then there’s your pearl, mellow and gleaming… your subtle fingers will know then how it should be set.
I have to assure myself that Bloodlines is safe inside my head and, when the time allows, will fall onto the page that much more developed for its longer incubation period.