Where do all the beautiful ones go? When they start to fade and their looks have flown. To risk their life, under the knife? For a nip and tuck, that could surely fuck up. Or to leave the scene. Disappear from view, opt out and go. Live life alone, like Greta Garbo.
“So, who are you and what do you do?”... How many times I have been asked this question in life. Somehow, judgements, whether they are right or wrong in their presumption, are often made on my answer.
I do many things and have been many things to many people, but, the true description of what I now feel I am, is an artist. I have always appreciated style and beauty. For years I have enjoyed making people look pretty, by styling them. Their hair, makeup, clothing even their homes. I thrive on a quest for the perfect french chandelier or an art deco evening bag and will spend hours trawling junk shops, attic sales and Ebay, for that perfect something. In a local gift store, people have been known to rummage through my trolley, mistaking it for display. It has been said that I possess an eye. There is nothing I love more than enhancing that natural beauty within and unconsciously search for it in daily life. The way a shadow falls, or the light filtering through boarding on an abandoned building. There is beauty and emotion everywhere, now I love to capture it either by sketching, photographing, or writing about it.
After much persuasion, from people who’s opinions I hold with tremendous respect. I decided to publish a book of my poems. The artist in me wanted to create something a little different. I thought if I used a few of my images, it would make it more visually appealing and compliment the words. It was never about the money, it rarely is with me, I am always motivated by the heart first. Of course what I hadn’t considered in this quest, was the cost of publishing, so when the publisher gave me the price the completed book would eventually retail at, I nearly wept. I felt that I had created a very beautiful thing, that would never sell. Personally I would love to gift you all a copy, but my husband would kill me. So back to the drawing board.
Had this book been in black and white, it would be a whole different story, yet so would the book. I began to experiment with black and white, but after seeing the full colour book, well, it felt disappointing. So, working closely with the production team, we have reformatted the book reducing the page count, which then reduced the price a little. I have also made the decision to forgo my royalties. I repeat, it has never been about the money. I just want to produce a book that I am proud of, that I would enjoy reading myself and as it is dedicated to my dad, I wanted it to be perfect. Poetry is never going to set the world on fire, unlike “Fifty Shades,” but sometimes a poem can really touch a part of your soul as you identify with the writer.
"One of the things a poem can do Is remind us of what We forgot we knew" Brian Patten
So many people have been so supportive and lovely about wanting to buy my book and I am delighted and humbled by their support. I know it will be a lovely “Coffee Table Book” containing, I hope, a poem and images for everyone. It will be available to order online at £17.99 SB and £24.99 HB from Amazon, Xlibris and Barnes and Noble. I am not yet sure of which UK stores will be stocking it.
What I intend to do for all my followers and Facebook page friends, who wish to purchase my book, is to take pre orders. Where I can buy the book using my author discount and be able to provide everyone copy at a more reasonable price of £12.99 for the soft cover and £17.99 for hard back. I will even sign it for you if you like ... Giggle.
So please if you would like a copy please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org I do not want any money now, I only wish to know how many books I need to order.
So now when the next person asks me, what do I do, I could answer, with a huge smile, that I am a published poet. Even though I won’t have changed, I am still a full time housewife and mother, I do have to admit to owning a sense of accomplishment.