A cinematic, close-up shot of a rustic wooden writing desk overlooking a misty Wharfe Valley. An ink pen rests on a manuscript where the word 'ORANGE' is aggressively circled in red. A soft, warm lamp glows in the foreground, contrasting with the cold, ethereal blue mist rolling over the distant heather-covered hills outside the window.
People think poets spend all day gazing wistfully at horizons. In reality, I spend 40% of my time gazing, and 60% of my time trying to find a rhyme for "Orange" that isn't "Door-hinge." (It didn't make it into the book).
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