Coming up on the 27th of November, and I am reflecting on everything that has happened this year. On April 27th of this year I put out my debut book of poetry and to be honest I wasn’t sure what to expect. I am a student living in England in a 235 square foot apartment who just yesterday cut open a bottle of mayonnaise so I could properly eat my can of tuna. I worked most of 2016 working maintenance which is when I decided to start posting my poems here.
Dead of Night has been a great success in my books. It was my goal to sell 1000 books in the first 6 months of it’s release–I thought if I did that I would be extremely happy. To date I have been happy to have 500+ people buy my book and enjoy what I have written. I included a lot of personal things in the book. I am a private person, and in writing I have said things that I have yet to say out loud, but it has been so fantastic connecting with people and hearing different people’s stories in how they can relate to what I write.
To be honest it was never about numbers.
Being shy my whole life, writing has always been a way for me to communicate. In grade 1 I was introduced to journals in my english class, and I would spend all my free time writing and imagining and creating. It was cathartic, it was release, it brought me peace. This summer when I went home I took a break from posting my daily poem for a week, and it felt weird to me. It gives me purpose, it gives me peace.
So thank you to everyone who has bought and read my book for far, everyone who reads, everyone who comments (even though I am awful at timely replies). The support means the word to me.