Long Time

It's been a long time since I visited my Blog. I'm losing heart Can't get a job and certain persons are not happy with me and I do not know why. Still thats life and I have no choice but to keep going.
I've sent back comments on the galley proof for The View Through My Spectacles. Many problems hoghlighted.
I have made slow progress on the re-write of The Green Wall. I have the Writers and Artists Yearbook and will select a potential agent from there. That will be a long time in the future.
I am expecting a review soon which will be published in a local magazine. I hope it is good. YA Readers have not come up with a revew yet. I don't expect anything soon.
Still, here is a taster of my poetry:

The Beast

From out of nowhere something stirred
It grew in size, the sound I heard
An awful scream, which rose from floor
I’d never seen what here I saw

It’s twists and turns and cries out loud
Were seen and heard from here to cloud
It rose right up and then it spun
I felt the urge, the urge to run

But then it thrashed its thousand tails
And then it wailed a thousand wails
And when all that was well and done
It cried out sorry, sorry mum

And then I saw within its eye
A tear, the beast began to cry
It shook and wailed, its face it hid
To tame the beast I made a bid

My head was in a spin, but clear
It reached to me, I pulled it near
I knelt beside it on the ground
Within the beast my child I’d found

6th. April and all's sorta OK

I have an advert running in a local magazine and that magazine will review my book next month. Will it increase my sales? I'll just have to wait and see. On another note, still no sign of my galley proof yet. I'll write to the publisher today to find out why I have yet to receive it.
I have the children with me today as my partner is working and they are on a school vacation. Lucky me.
I gave a way another copy of my book yesterday, at this rate I'll be going broke because I published a book.
One of the last of my elderly aunts has died, it's a shame, but that whole generation is leaving us and we are replacing them as the elderly family members. However, the sun is still shining, the kids still fighting and I'm not dead yet. Some things provide me with a degree of optimism.

Michael John