I've been in love with Edward Thomas for years. Sometimes I think he's unbearable but I can't imagine life without him. So when I'd completed my Masters degree on his poetry I was still thinking about him, and that thinking turned into a novel. Robert Frost, Helen Thomas and others feature too, of course.
And that novel is about to be published! But I find I'm not sitting back doing nothing - there is so much to do working with my publisher, Frank, as a kind of partner. (www.streetbooks.co.uk) He knows what he is doing, I don't, but I'm learning fast and I thought other writers might want to read what I'm learning as I go along.
So if you are working with a small/ medium sized publisher, or self-publishing, read on.
And if you know Edward Thomas was writing for you, I will be posting some poetry and maybe prose, keeping alongside him with the seasons. Some Robert Frost too. Here is the first part of -
OctoberThe green elm with the one great bough of gold
Lets leaves into the grass slip, one by one, -
The short hill grass, the mushrooms small milk-white,
Harebell and scabious and tormentil,
That blackberry and gorse, in dew and sun,
Bow down to; and the wind travels too light
To shake the fallen birch leaves from the fern;
The gossamers wander at their own will.
At heavier steps than birds' the squirrels scold.
The rest tomorrow, and choosing the cover.
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