I Wrote This For You, Wherever You Are

We have some incredibly exciting news.

The I Wrote This For You books are now being published by Andrews McMeel, the same publisher as Rupi Kaur, Lang Leav, Amanda Lovelace and many, many more incredible poets. This means that I Wrote This For You, I Wrote This For You And Only You, I Wrote This For You: Just The Words and I Wrote This For You: 2007 – 2017 will all be available in more places across the globe. I have it on good authority that even here, on the tip of Africa where I live, stores have already ordered in excess of 2000 copies. That means that whether you’re in the Philippines, or England, or anywhere else, it should soon be easier than ever to find these books, for yourself or for a friend. I’d like to thank Kirsty, Allison, Holly and everyone else at Andrews McMeel for their hard work in putting this all together. You should also keep in mind that if you do manage to find an I Wrote This For You book with Central Avenue down the side, that’s about to become a collector’s item. Michelle and the team there helped us get to where we are today and I am forever thankful for her hard work and dedication.

 I can’t wait for you to see the new books, thank you for reading and for being you,

 Me.

Listen To The Kindest Voice In Your Head

We're busy working on several different things right now that don't allow us to update the blog regularly, so I'll be posting some of the letters that I send to my email list every now and again. 

__

Dear You, 

I just wanted to let you you to know that today, there will be difficult things to do but I also want you to know that you'll get through them. And I want you to know that there is not a single difficult thing that you’ve faced in your life so far that has stopped you from getting to this point. You have overcome worse and for that, I salute you. 

How do I know?

Well you’re reading this, and so I assume certain things about you. I assume you will find a pen with ink in it when you need it. I assume that some ridiculously stupid piece of admin will frustrate you almost to the point (or past the point) of tears but you will persist and even if you don’t actually get the thing done, you will move the boulder forward just a little bit, which is the only way boulders move. I know you’ll try again tomorrow. 

Get enough sleep tonight so you can do that and throughout your day remember: 

I make myself of me. And I listen to the best parts of me, and to the kindest voice in my head. 

As a way to say thank you for giving me some of your time, below is a link to a small book I put together called Two Words.

https://www.dropbox.com/s/yh5ep3ymwtf7bxe/TWO%20WORDS.pdf?dl=0​

Each page is only two words long. There are 50 pages. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, share this email with a friend and encourage them to sign up for more like it, here. 

Your kindness is the reason I get to do what I do. Thank you.

And thank you for your time, 

Me 

_________________

Want to support me? Buy my books here or sign up on Patreon here, or, just forward this on to a friend who needs it and ask them to subscribe by clicking here.

The Impossible Flower

Love the unlovable. 

Climb the unclimbable.

Defeat the undefeatable. 

Break the unbreakable. 

Become the you they said you could never be. 

Every single day, wake up and find the thing that cannot be done, and do it.

The Dark At The End Of Everything

You are alone now and the curtains are drawn and the sun is shining outside and you will not see it for days.

You are alone now and trying to be stronger than you have any right to be.

You are alone now and waiting for the moment when even though you are alone, you do not feel it as much.

You are alone now and looking for a way through the grass and the reeds and the ghosts and the sound of the crickets and the sight of me leaving.

You are alone now and haunted by the past and what was and what could be.

You are alone now and wondering where the time went and who it went with.

You are alone now and your fingers are alone and your breath is alone and now you can get everything you wanted to do done and tick everything off the magic list you said you had, the one you said will eventually make you happy.

You are alone now and trying to define the exact moments you miss, the slow movement of someone else’s hand across your skin that you keep coming back to.

You are alone now and your hand touches empty air when you move it, to remember.

You are alone now and now you can do everything you couldn’t do with me, except be with me. 

Because I am alone now, too.

The Light Through Rafters

You are worth fighting for, and if you must fight for yourself and what makes you, you - then fight.

Fight with everything you have.

Subscribe

I've recently started an account on Tinyletter - so now you can sign up and get everything  new I create, when I create it and unlike on facebook, twitter or instagram, you'll be guaranteed to see it.  Click here to get on board, I'll be showcasing some stuff from new books, stuff that never made it into my books, and everything that doesn't fit anywhere else on the world wide web. 

The Holding Of One's Breath

There you are, washing dishes at the party, like you live there, trying to act like you belong somewhere you don’t.

There you are, taking your phone out, looking at an empty screen, just so you don’t have to look at anyone else.

There you are, holding your breath until your face turns blue for no other reason than to show you can. 

There you are, alone, and yet bigger than the sea.