Huskies fed, sledge unpacked, now for the diary ...
I feel like I'm back from a long expedition out on the ice. And I'm ready to break radio silence. This week the proofs arrived for my new chapbook, Mad, Hopeless & Possible. Based on Shackleton's Antarctic Expedition of 1914-17, it relates this epic story in poems and prose.
It's thrilling to have the pages in my hand already. My editor, Sam Smith of Original Plus press, is some kind of genius. Only days after my sending off the mansucript, here they are. So now for the careful work of checking typos, working out the best pagination and locating the illustrations I need. Maps to be drawn, for instance ...
In this long year, a very busy one at college, I'd thought my writing was rather bogged-down in the crevasses fields. Unable to make any of my schedules, months vanishing into the white unknown. But I brought back this little book and I love its stories, these voices of Edwardian venturers, the vast landscape they got lost in. The frazil ice and hummocks, the sastrugi and cliffs of sea-ice. And the tiny human details that got buried in it.
So now for the telling ...