We had a parents’ inclusion group meeting last night, in the pub where the Kinks used to play. My minutes may have been somewhat affected by alcohol (champage, provided on her business by the group’s chair) and the difficulty of hearing anyone against the general pub chatter. It was however a pleasant occasion, with nibbles as well as drink to toast the departure of The Demon Headmaster.
I had hoped to report that I was no longer secretary of the group, having declared when I took it on that I would not do it beyond July. However in the absence of any volunteer to take over, we agreed that minute-taking and typing up would rotate round the group, and that I would continue to draw up agendas and send meeting reminders. Given the amount of flattery the group gave me to persuade me to stay on, I just had to cave in.
So today I was typing minutes again, but also, much to my own surprise, managed to get together three fairly presentable, if old, poems to send to the poetry competition which had miraculously extended its deadline so I could still enter. I also discovered that although it feels as if I haven’t written any poetry at all in the last five to seven years, there has in fact been no year in which I didn’t write at least one. Which is better than nothing. Nothing however to match 2003 when I wrote 35 – but then I was in love. Now I’m not.
In spite of not having woken up till 10.45 am (well, I was awake at 8.00 but failed to get up, and fell asleep again), I have spent a chunk of today tweaking the book outline I wrote the other week, and sent it to my publisher. This feels exciting! Of course in a recession she may well say, ‘Sorry, you aren’t selling well enough for us to publish another book by you’, but I will never know without trying. And if they say no to it, I can always try another publisher or try to get an agent. I’m feeling like a real writer again!
So… yesterday lunchtime was lunch with the potential spiritual director. Only it turns out she is moving to Scotland so I suspect this is not going to work… Last night was the beginning of an assessment with the Cognitive Behaviour Therapist (hard work but I am encouraged). Today lunchtime (instead of lunch) was a second meeting with the body therapist whom I will not be seeing again because she’s not really seeing clients any more. But it was worth seeing her because she had some really helpful things to say. After that I took myself out to lunch as I felt I deserved it.
Looks like I will be starting therapy soon with the CBT lady. We share the (mixed) experience of having a Jewish mother. Only in her case I suspect she has a Jewish father too. I think she is going to be good.
Have now finished reading the book for which I’m providing a cover quote, and am very impressed. Not to mention that I found some comments in it by one of our very own Wibloggers. It has also given me an ace idea for promoting my own depression book, and maybe helping some more people too. I have so many brilliant ideas at the moment that I will have to be very strict with myself about not taking on too much at once. Including an idea for another blog, but as I struggle to keep up with this one, I think I’ll be giving that a miss.