I had wanted to publish and launch my latest opus on 1st February (tomorrow), but, as always seems to be the case, there are a few issues with the cover and printing etc. It is incredibly disappointing because I have been working on Juvenilia for the past eighteen months (which accounts for a severe lack of new material - both poetry and prose - in the same period). In fact, when all is said and done, I have been working on Juvenilia for ten years, seeing as it is a collection of largely unpublished poetry that I wrote during my twenties, with the inclusion of my two published works - A Marriage of Sorts (2007) and The Loss House (2008). A lot of this poetry has been languishing in journals and loose-leafed folders, unread and neglected. Eighteen months ago I decided that I should publish the lot, to both give it the outing it deserves, but also because it's being unpublished meant it felt unresolved.
Publishing it now is akin to clearing out the attic and boxing everything up and shipping it off to destination unknown. It is an exercise in both housekeeping and literary consolidation, and it feels something of a relief to get it out of my system and get it out into the world. No one except my family and friends will read it - probably - but it serves its purpose, which is to allow me to refocus and move forward in my writing. I don't like having manuscripts of unpublished writing hanging around - I like to get it out into the world and be put to work. Goodness knows a certain amount of blood, sweat, and tears went into writing them - so they should be forced into hard labour. All of this accounts for my impatience, even though the delay is only a couple of weeks. I'm hoping the book will be ready to go in mid-February (if not sooner) once these aesthetic problems are solved, and no doubt there will be a big announcement. The feeling of freedom will be sweet.