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Free for one day only!

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If you like poetry then come and check out 1999-2000: the year that shaped me. Free on the 23rd June only! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00BYRV0RU

In loving memory of Les Tripp, the best grandad in the world

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Granddad you’re awesome,

In fact you’re the best,

Miles and miles ahead of the rest.

 

Granddad I love you

I miss you so much

On my life you left such a touch

 

I remember the days

When I was so young

So many trains and so much fun

 

I miss you and love you,

My life carries on

I’ll never forget you know that you’re gone.

 

And I’ll remember your laugh

As I follow my path.

And draw strength from the knowledge

 That your life wasn’t porridge.

 

I love you.

 

 

(he loved porridge and other than Norwich and forage not much rhymes with knowledge!)

It’s all happening

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Wow. Big day for me today. Extremely busy with the family all day and this evening I have gone on to publish 1999-2000: The year that shaped me in Kindle format (http://www.amazon.com/1999-2000-year-that-shaped-ebook/dp/B00BYRV0RU/ref=pd_rhf_ee_p_t_2_VG98), as well as organising the paperback version which is just undergoing the review process, and I have discovered that I had the wrong date in my mind and my novel Above The Limit is being offered for free TODAY (http://www.amazon.com/Above-The-Limit-ebook/dp/B00B9OORFK/ref=pd_rhf_dp_p_t_1_GHR4) and I have attempted to master birthday cake icing. Full on day and I look forward to the results tomorrow 🙂

1999-2000: The year that shaped me. Coming soon…

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I have decided to write this book in order that my readers may better get to know me if they so choose. It may also offer insights to those people who believe that they already know me. Some do, some just think they do, some won’t even pretend to know me. Whichever category you fall into I hope that you will enjoy the up close and personal view into the mind of the fifteen year old me.

This book is a compilation of poems that I wrote in one year, a year that shaped the person I have become, a year that brought great pain, sorrow and joy. During this one year I did a lot of growing up. I met the man who was to later become my husband, I learned a harsh lesson about death which brought with it a new and improved view on life, I learned to put my thoughts and emotions, no matter how mixed up, into words. And with this I discovered my love of writing. Taking all this into account when I actually think about it (which I haven’t done until now) it was quite possibly the most important year of my life so far. Without it I wouldn’t have my two beautiful children, I wouldn’t have learned that I can survive anything life throws at me and I wouldn’t be sitting here writing which would be a real shame as it is an activity that I truly love.

Behind each and every poem I wrote that year is a story, many may stem from the same story, others will be stand alone, random thoughts that just sprang into my juvenile mind. Whatever the reason for the writing it was always inspired by a very real thought with a very real feeling behind it.

Some may criticise that there is a lot of repetition in these poems, and yes there may well be, but they all have their own merits and to some extent they all portray the subtle changes to my mood and emotions on any given day. Some of you may think these are nothing more than the whining’s of an average teenager and that is fine, all I really want to do is give people the chance to get to know me and why I am who I am today. Many of these poems are still able to conjure up emotions that I had long thought dead and buried. These poems are a very real part of me and in many ways I am about to lay myself bare.

Only two of these poems have ever been published before.

Obviously the years following these have played a hand in shaping who I am today but this is where it all started. This was the beginning.

Challenged

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Writing 1999-2000: The year that shaped me, is proving challenging. As I have already mentioned the emotional impact is strong, I am reliving memories and events that I had long since put to bed. Now I am struggling to decided which poems to include. How much to I expose myself? Do I expose my darkest thoughts and feelings or do I just skim the most socially acceptable off the top and only display them? How much do people really want to read?

The poetry moves me

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Re-reading all these poems that I wrote oh so long ago is pulling some serious emotional strings deep inside me. Old feelings I’d left buried are being resurrected and it is becoming a very emotional event. On some level I am scared of publishing these poems as they will leave me completely exposed but having said that there is a strong need to honour the young me and the events that created the person I am today.