Reread, Rewrite, Reread, Rewrite. If

I Have Learned So Much From Working With Other Poets, Travelling And Reading With Them, Spending Days Discussing Poems In Progress. There Is The Sense That We Are All, As Writers, Part Of Something Which Is More Powerful Than Any Of Us.

Finish The Day's Writing When You Still Want To Continue.

I Wish I Was Away In Ingo Far Across The Briny Sea Sailing Over Deepest Waters Where Neither Care Nore Worry Trouble Me

In A World Without Air All You Breathe Is Adventure!

The Poets Whom I Knew Then Were All Men And All Seemed Dauntingly Sure Of Themselves - Although I Am Sure That Really They Were As Uncertain As I Was.