Okay, okay, I'm a witch but I can't see everything coming. There is a change on the wind, you can hear the buzz in the air if you listen carefully, feel the vibes, and they are good.
This morning with a hundred mundane things tramping through my brain I picked up a package from the front door. Inside was proof, lovely, lovely proof....Barbara Smith is a real live author and her poetry book 'Kairos' is a small pot of gold.
In between the tongue in cheek 'Do mad people have gardens?' to the very beautifully sad 'Alice's Boudoir' , Babs has woven a fine trove of poetry that reaches far down into her Irish roots and beyond.
It is a joy and its neat size mean that it can be slipped into a handbag and whipped out during the boring, tedious moments at work - and I will!
Twelve months ago this wonderful woman jumped on a plane and came to my launch in London. 'I had to be here' she said. We stayed with Debi Alper and the three of us, like some mad literary coven, sat talking into the night - the published, the newly published and the yet to be published. I looked at us, all coming from completely different backgrounds, each with a different slant on life. What bound us together, for I count these women as lifelong friends?
Well, we are risk takers. Out of the darkness someone offered us a chance and we switched the light on to see what was going on. It is not enough to merely write, anyone can do that to some degree, I would say it means grabbing that swinging rope and hanging on for dear life.
There are lights appearing everywhere. Derec Jones, who brought Coven of One to life has just started the wonderful new magablogazine Opening Blag and Bill Liversidge is proudly going forward with his self-publishing project for A Half Life of One.
Life is for living, chances are for taking, and if you take away the fear then all you are left with is a brightly lit room in which to grow.
I am reading, and editing, good stuff from a number of bloggers who have a risk taking gene stashed somewhere about their person. I wonder if they will flick that switch when their moment comes?