Writer in Residence at the dentist
Yesterday I had a two hour appointment at the Dentist. It's not quite as bad as it sounds, I was only actually in the dentist's chair for about a fifth of that time, the rest of the time I was in the waiting room waiting for my replacement crown to be made. I was offered tea or coffee whilst I waited but I declined as I wasn't sure if I would be able to drink with my mouth in such a tangle.
I am in the middle of a poetry project that I want to complete before I go to London next week to see my poetry mentor. ( Yes I also have a mentor). So anyway I thought I'd take some of the poems I was editing with me and you know what I got loads done: it felt like a really good place to be, which I found surprising, although having said that it is a very nice surgery. I wonder if it is was the space or because I knew I would be there, uninterrupted for at least an hour!