I Have No Idea What I Got Up To In My Sleep Last Night -

- but whatever it was, it seems to have been fairly vigorous.

I ache all over today, folks. The back of my legs and my right bottom cheek in particular are complaining (there's a lovely mental image for you). I wouldn't say they're 'screaming' exactly - that would be an exaggeration - but I think it would be fair to say they are cross enough that their voices are raised.

In other news, Spoken Word @ Ort is slowly creeping closer, and I have only two poems to offer so far (one of them not quite finished). I know it's not compulsory that I should perform three - it's not compulsory that I perform at all - but the thought of there not being three is starting to play on my mind, which in turn has led to said mind poking the bit of itself that deals with writing with a stick, which in turn has led to the Writing Bit of My Brain to go into a sulk and refuse to think of anything (that, or it's gone into a panic: either way). So as of right now, I have one definite poem, one nearly-a-poem and the daunting possibility of reading out part of a chapter of one of my Stories.
           Not good.
           Not good at all...

I have written my first Haiku today though, if that counts.
           It was prompted by two things:
           1. The book I am currently reading (it's called Every Day Is A Holiday by G. Mahood).
           2. (hopefully groundless) worries over the dog.

Anyway, here t'is...

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SLEEPING DOG.

The dog rests, asleep.

I fear for the future. But,

Faced with now: I smile.

Written by Alice Collison. 1st August 2017.

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...Crap, isn't it?

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