New Year. I feel like I'm in a poetry wasteland at the moment. Our health has not been good and family life demanding. I'm not reading much and the television flood gates have opened. I've lost my edge, and am retreating back into a numb, trivial emptiness. I need will and self discipline. I need a physical, mental and spiritual health. I don't mean that my ulcers are an excuse. I mean to be as fit as I can be. This must be my prayer. I am so weak willed.

Christmas was very relaxing and rejuvenating. Maybe I can work from this.

I did manage to get to The Troubadour in December for the poetry party and that was very encouraging. I intend to go back in January and Febuary. I hope I'll be able to read again in March - we'll see.