I like initiatives like this, they're a good way to overcome the emptiness of the blank page that is an all-too-stark reminder of the blankness inside your head.
However my enthusiasm soon turned to disappointment when I checked my diary and discovered that I was due to spend the whole day delivering a course on a specialist area of contract management. It seemed extremely unpromising ground for the sort of fascinating, unpredictable, immediately engaging line I'd been hoping for. We were going to be discussing service level agreements, and key performance indicators, and benchmarking, and specifications. That page was going be staying blank, for sure.
So on the day itself, I hardly gave it a thought. I set the delegates their first exercise and came out to chat to Liz, one of the other presenters, and Tatyana the course facilitator. We were discussing music, teenage crushes - as Liz had just been to see one of her old favourite bands.
"Hey!" remembered Tatyana suddenly. "I've got a coolbox that belonged to the Bay City Rollers".
There it was. The eavesdrop that I knew would grow into something. By the end of the day it had become a poem. I submitted it to Bugged and it was selected first for the the website, and now for the book. The poem will receive its first public reading on Thursday at the Birmingham launch of the Bugged book.
There's more information about the launch event on the News & Events page.