This week I am writing from the Pot's Writers Retreat in Dublin. I have with me
1. My laptop
2. Pen and paper
3. My trusty iphone
4. My dog, Janna (took a picture of her but she looked dead so I decided not to post it)
I recommend the tea and chocolate croissants. They were delicious - and free!
Ok, you have caught me, I'm writing from my sister's house. I think it classifies as an out and about because it is somewhere different to where I normally write. But Inkpot, I hear you cry, why are you staying in doors when you have the whole city of Dublin - Ireland's capitol city, no less - to explore and write in? Where are the cathedrals, museums and laundry mats that I long to see you writing in?
What answer can I give to that, except that now that I have no car I have to walk everywhere and I am lazy and I don't have money for the bus and I'm afraid if I go outside the door I have to accost people and ask them for poetry tips.
Weak, I know. I'll do better next week. I promise.