Again no poem this week, to be honest I miss working one out, but one has been busy writing.
One would like to say on a book, or something positive. Alas it has been more sombre than that. A couple of services that I use have, under the guise of being — Non Clinical — lost or in the process of loosing funding.
I have written a Blog on the subject (1345 words) , but since it links with both of the charities, I have asked that the donating information be approved by head office. The others are statements from myself on the use of the services and the benefits one has received (3526 words and 1016 words).
I don’t think I wrote that much on my wind generator project paper at college, and that was worth 40% of the final exam score.
Fed up of quietly complaining, one will endeavour to pick out the positives that have come from the reading of my work, by support workers and head office. In a swamp of bleh, One will try to be a firefly (the little insect not the spacecraft, although that would be cool).
All have said I am talented, writing this still does not make that statement feel about me, yet.
I have been asked if my work can be used by fundraising manager and the chief exec .
That’s my work, being sent to the big boss, and not to get me into trouble.
I have to admit it did feel like one was being reported to the Head master a wee bit more than one would have liked, thank you Mr Street, the fear of being sent to you in infant school has stuck with me, the reason why I was in trouble has not, but now I know this is part of my inferiority complex with authority figures. Knowing this connection is a positive insofar as it can now be worked on.
And, I accepted the compliments, with the grace of a new born foal, but I accepted them. This is on the back of words from the poetry group organiser, because one went, “hmmm”, as thanks for a compliment. I nearly got told off for saying “sorry” as my response to those ‘words.’
So in effect one has written something that could, in its own way, make a difference, a positive difference, to someone else life.
Thats a long way from when I wrote my first blog.
Side note to self- will start work on a new poem Monday.