Hello all! As promised, here is a roundup of events from our first ever online book launch! The launch took place on Sunday 15th October for two hours, and it featured interviews, competitions, and more to celebrate the launch of Peeking Cat Anthology 2017! If you missed the event, don’t worry because not only is everything on the Facebook page, but I’ve put together a summary of everything that happened, right here. Continue Reading “Peeking Cat Anthology 2017 Online Book Launch Roundup!”→
When I turned 40, instead of buying a sports car, I decided to begin an Open University degree. I signed up to creative writing as my last module towards a BA (Hons) Humanities with Literature. In preparation, I attended some writing workshops and have been writing ever since.
Whilst I started writing as part of my academic learning, I very quickly realised that through it I was learning about myself. I found myself writing about past experiences and discovering how cathartic it was to put those thoughts and feelings into words.
I wrote my first book review of Sark’s Succulent, Wild Woman in 1997 for the journal Alaska Women Speak. At the time, I was living in a cabin on Kalifornsky Beach Road, gazing at Cook Inlet and Mt. Redoubt near Kenai, Alaska. It is no wonder my jump into poetry was effortless. The switch in genre gave me the chance to wrangle with and process my everyday brush with nature and its allure. That’s not to say that writing poetry is an easy task; to the contrary. Writing takes dedication and concentrated practice.
If you are digitally inclined, I have good news – the anthology is now available for pre-order on Kindle! That means you can order the ebook today and it will be delivered straight to your device on Sunday 15th October.
The anthology will be out in paperback and hardback on Lulu.com on Sunday, and it will also be available in paperback and hardback on Amazon in a few weeks. Please do join us for our launch event on the Facebook page on Sunday – everyone is welcome. RSVP here!
I started writing as soon as I’d learned to put pen to paper. My very early childhood was one that was happily inundated with stories of all kinds – stories in the books that my siblings read to me, stories my father spoke aloud on long drives, stories on television, and even stories around the dinner table when the family talked about their day. It was only natural for me to invent my own – sometimes just to entertain myself. My early stories (and poems and songs) were most frequently populated by the two things that most fascinated me as a little boy – dogs and monsters.
I started writing stories to entertain my family and teachers. But shortly after starting secondary school I realised that creative writing was also an escape route and that I could write for myself as much as anyone else.
I don’t remember the exact time or age, but love of poetry came early. I was a lonely child and extremely sensitive. I recall the joy of reading poetry … whenever in my little mind I could make sense of poetic lines it would delight me no end.
I had this daybook where I used to indite. I have memories of my school magazine publishing my poems. As with a lot of poets I fell in love, or what I thought was love when I was thirteen or so.
The bliss and baggage that comes with early love crept into my poems and still does.
I was a teenager, the time I got interested in boys and went to the local disco at the football club. I was flirting around and couldn’t decide which boy I liked most, that’s when I wrote my first poem about a butterfly wandering around.
After that, I wrote mostly nonsense rhymes and limericks. Unfortunately, I lost my little notebook.
I started to write English poetry about five years ago and after a friend encouraged me, I started to submit my work last year. I was very surprised by the way that free verse poetry exists, till then I always thought poems had to rhyme.