It was beginning to turn into a summer of discontent as one by one my poetry submissions fell on stony ground. Nobody wanted me, my name was mud. What had I done? Mixed a metaphor? Incorrectly gauged my line length? That's the intriguing thing about poetry - what some people like, other people hate.
And so it was with great joy that this child saw the Lord had answered his prayers for he was to be included in the tenth anniversary edition of Boyne Berries to be published at the end of Mean Fomhair.
Many thanks to the Boyne Writers Group and see you all at the launch.