I started training for a thing called Race to the King about 4 years ago. It was my first (and to-date only) Ultra Marathon. It started in Arundel and ended in Winchester.
I say this for a few reasons. Mostly because I’ve just been tidying up my home office and found my medals (On a side note, I’m seeing a trend in running medals towards wooden medals. I am fine with this for environmental reasons, but they did’t make the same satisfying clank).
However, the other reason was I was reminded of something earlier on a run when my running buddy was discussing a big run they’d done a few years ago, and they talked about the existential crisis that followed it..the training and the event was done, and nothing felt right for a while after that.
He, my running buddy, had mentioned this to me when I was training for RTTK, and I totally dismissed it. Surely that won’t happen to me, I thought…I love running..I can’t do much at the moment due to knee knack being back (damn my doggone bones), but goddamn it, the swine (lovely man) was bang on. The hangover (not booze-related) or perhaps it was more like a sort of adrenalin-based jet lag lasted far longer than the blisters and aches…I think I’ve documented this here before, so I won’t dwell on it (what, for longer than four paragraphs, Mat??)
Anyhoo, it also made me think of something that I’ve noticed in the last twelve (TWELVE!!) days since my book (MY BOOK!!!) came out (I HAVE A BOOK OUT!!!).
And that’s a dip in excitement. It is basically 4 years to the day since I got the nod that it would happen. Obviously, I’ve been working towards it for the last 40-odd years (eg something like 40 years and 40 FUCKING ODD years) since I first wrote some sort of rhyming thing in pink felt tip in my nan’s utility room…(WHERE’S THE BLUE PLAQUE FOR THAT?) I have to caveat all of this by saying I am massively overjoyed about all of the having-a-book-out, and that none of this is due to a lack of gratitude for anyone that has been part of the voyage. it’s just that it feels like a sort of weird combo of closure, fear of what next and a sort of of loss of ownership of the thing.
It’s a closure because all of the work, all of the writing, the editing, the obsessing over commas vs semi-colons, the syllabics, the turning of phrases, the replacing phrases, the putting them back in then removing them again, the worrying over running orders (thanks to the cats for mixing it all up whenever I laid the poems out), the proofing of pdfs, the cover work, the gathering of endorsements, the phone calls, the touting it out for reviews (more on that anon), the waiting on deliveries, the organising of the launch, the launch, the actual hangover after; it’s all over. All done.
I have all the poems (and their drafts, all the scribbled running orders, the proofs and notes in a box) that I’ve finally stowed away after it sitting on my desk for the last 18 months like some sort of monolith. It made me think of the scene at the end of Raiders of the Lost Ark.
There’s a fear what next because what if I don’t get to do this again? Will I ever get another pamphlet published, let alone a full collection (Say hi if you fancy publishing either)? Will I ever accrue enough new poems to put in one (of either stripe)? Will I write any bloody poems? I think I’ve managed 5 new poems this year. I have a backlog of older ones that didn’t make the pamphlet—should they be considered? Will I have moved on enough? And who is that moving on for? me? Some notional reader? Who bloody cares? Musicians often talk about the ‘difficult second album’, about having their whole life to write the first record and then a rush to follow that up if it is any sort of success.
I’m not 100% sure what success looks like in poetry-land, but I think Collecting The Data has been a success so far; we’ve shifted almost 200 copies in twelve (TWELVE!!) days, and the majority of those are actual sales. I think that’s pretty bloody good.
Sheila is printing more, so does that count as a second edition? NB if it does, I have 9 copies left of the first edition, so get in fast. NB in a positive move, I listed the book on ALCS this week; that felt weird.
I’m not going to worry about all of the above too much because it’s far too soon and all very irrational. One poem after another will be enough to accrue an answer to most of the questions. I’ll start submitting again too in order to maintain momentum, etc
As to the loss of ownership, I can’t really explain it, but the idea of the book and the actual content has been swirling about between a very small group of people for the last year. Yes, individual poems from it are out there in various mags and journals (thanks to them all, as ever), but as soon as the book started selling it was in the hands of people, and they form their own thoughts and opinions. I hope it will all one positive, but I’m not there to read it, explain stuff, etc. That’s scary, and massively requires a letting go.
And not all of the above is bad by any chalk or stretch of the imagination; they are just thoughts and considerations that have occurred to me. However, there are clear positives from all of this.
I have a book. Written by me. I will have that forever, even if I never write some much as a stanza again.
I have a book that I will be reading from for a while.
I’ve had several lovely messages from people telling me they love it, and that they are either inhaling it or slowly reading it.
I have three reading dates lined up next year. I want more because the back of the tour t-shirt currently look like
Jan 23
Feb 23
LONG GAP
September 23
Anyone that puts on a reading night and wants me there, I will either be in touch or don’t let me stop you getting in touch with me.
And while there is a sense of loss of ownership, there is a sense of it opening up and discovery. People are telling me poems they like from it. Clearing My Dad’s Shed is getting a lot of love among others, and this week I had the honour of what i m referring to as my first official review. The lovely man that is Matthew Paul asked me for permission to publish a poem from CtD on his internationally renowned blog.
If you’re not reading it or subscribed to his posts then I urge you to do so. I joked on the socials that reading it usually costs me money as he reads so widely, and recommends or reviews so well that I end up buying books all the time. I also joked that for once it had cost me money upfront this time to get him to say such lovely things.
I very much didn’t pay him, but I owe him a pint for this (if not more).
Have a read of it when you get a sec here. My jaw hit the floor when I read the review—which was embarrassing as I was standing on the platform at Notting Hill Gate waiting to go home from a shit day at work. I positively floated home after that. I’ve almost to dared to go back and read it again in case it was a hoax, but it’s not, and it’s been wonderful to see someone say such amazing and insightful things, to see where he’s absolutely picked up on things I intended to do like
“and also gives a pleasing half rhyme between ‘been’ and ‘Blaine’ (which is echoed later in the poem by the full rhyme with ‘domain’)”.
That was as deliberate as I can make it. Domain wasn’t there from the get go, but looking back at the drafts it was there from draft 2 (of 14). I note it was called ‘ That Bastard Rhesus Monkey At Longleat” in draft 1 and then ‘Evolution‘ in draft 2, so when Matthew notes
“The title of the poem helpfully tells the reader where and when the poem is set, with the implication that this is a probably-much-anticipated family visit; but it also assists the poet because the title does enough scene-setting to allow him to dispense with preliminaries in the poem itself and instead open it with two lines of description which plunge the reader straight in.”
he’s absolutely bang on. That appeared in draft 5 and opened up a lot of ground. The poem took it’s shape by draft 5, and I’ve just noticed that the Blaine reference didn’t appear till draft 8. It was Penn and Teller before that, but that half and internal rhyme must have followed soon after.
However, what has been even more instructive is the stuff he’s highlighted that wasn’t deliberate, or certainly wasn’t a conscious decision.
“It’s noteworthy that the verb construction in the second line is in the future tense and not the past; compounded by using ‘might’ in the third line. Does this mean that this reminiscing about the trip is happening during the same half-term holiday?”
I’d love to say that it was a deliberate move to suggest the timeline of the remembering was happening in the same half-term, but it would be a lie. However, I’m going to claim it was moving forwards and because if I’d have thought about it consciously at the time I’d have ruined it, I suspect.
I already loved it enough to put it in the book, but I am so pleased by what Matthew has seen and picked up on. It’s making me look at the poem again with a deeper love than before. It’s also made me worry that the reviews that are coming might not be so glowing. I hope they are, but I’m braced for them not to be. (So you say, Riches. You’ll be a dribbling wreck if someone so much as says a word about a misplaced full stop). Let’s see. And let’s stop here.
Although before I go, head here to read a poem from Matthew’s excellent full collection. And head here to read new work from him over at The High Window. Music, in particular, is a masterclass in control, delivery and covering a lot of ground in as few a steps as possible.
THE LAST WEEK IN STATS
HEALTH STATS
3.5K running. Very little due to time, tiredness and some knee knack. The next weeks will be better.
2 days without cigarettes…
2 day since drinking
LIFE STATS
1 very busy week
1 promotion at work
1 very accidental late night
1 box of top up books arrived
POET STATS
0 loose ideas/articles gathered
0 poem finished:
0 poem worked on:
0 poems committed to the reject pile
3 submissions: Wild Court, Northern Gravy, Creative Leicester
0 withdrawal:
0 acceptances:
0 Longlisting:
1 reading at: Cafe Writers Open Mic
1 reading attended: Cafe Writers. Jill Abram and Paul Stephenson (+ open mics)
0 rejections:
1 5 poems are currently out for submission. 1 simultaneous sub
104 Published poems (including what’s in the book)
Reviews
0 review finished: None
0 reviews started:
0 review submitted:
2 reviews to write:
READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC
Music
r= Radio, A = Audiobook, P=Podcast. The rest is music
Makushin: Move into the Luminous
The Archers (p)
That’s How I Remember It: Bob Mould (p)
REM: Up
Pixies: Come on Pilgrim It’s Surfer Rosa
Dropsonde Playlist
Various 80’s tunes at the accidental party
The National: First Few Pages, High Violet, Laugh Track, Sleep Well Beast, Trouble Will Find Me
Read
Split Screen (Red Squirrel Press)
Collecting the Data
Watched
Shetland
Foundation
Monsters thing
For All Mankind
Ordered/Bought
R’s birthday present
Arrived
R’s birthday present