Sometimes I wonder whether I should dedicate much more time to writing poems and to other literary projects. It's not that I don't have any time to myself or anything. Not so. But my attentions are fragmented across a wide range of pursuits, all of which are quite absorbing in themselves. So, a typical Gemini you might say, I spread myself perhaps a bit too thinly. I wouldn't mind a rich patron or a fat government grant to enable me to take a year off and just settle down to writing and nothing else. Chance should be a fine thing, indeed!
