words written= 0, fun had = gallons

I have just returned home after a day when I did not write a word (other than the odd note), but full of joy and sizzling from a morning spent talking about poetry with delightful poets, an afternoon one-to-one with Rosie Bailey which restored my confidence, and an evening reading by Rosie of wonderful poetry.  The real McCoy.

And so to bed, to digest it all and try to generate some energy for work tomorrow.