After I finished the poem about my mother I had the strange feeling that I had nothing left to say as a writer. That was it, the fruition of all my endeavours up to that point. After writing it, everything else would be repetition.
I have not felt differently yet. So I'm not writing, except on here. And Suffolk Punch, to paraphrase Eli Wallach in The Misfits, is just another way for me to say hello.
Do I feel like I am missing something from my life? Not at all. Just another source of impatience, envy, anxiety, insecurity, striving. The real fun went out of creating things when I stopped drawing comic books age 13 or 14.