So, I have officially accepted an offer to publish with
Choose The Sword Press
(they’re new! go check ‘em out! follow them for news!)
This is totally new and unexpected and exciting and if I’m gonna go on a little adventure, I’m glad it’s with tumblr.
I will give you more news as I have it, but the tentative details are that I will have a little book (probably 35-40 pages) of original (not posted on tumblr) poetry out around mid-end of June. It will be available through the CTSpress website and through Amazon.
I have Moriah Pearson to thank for this amazing opportunity (who has her own book coming out next month, I believe), and if you don’t follow her then get the fuck on that.
Also, apparently, Damon, who I haven’t met myself but is on the top floor of all these shenanigans.
LOVE YOU ALL!!! :)
Can you tell me a decently long version of your story, the person or reason behind the writings?
Hi, I’m Bekki.
I go by Anne on Tumblr, it’s my middle name.
I’m 28, I’m Canadian. I’m in a family of 5 and we are very close.
I think there are three main story-points you need to know to understand me as a writer. The first is that I was in love for the first time at 17 with my best friend at the time - at 18 (summer after graduation) he kissed me, which started a 3-year long disaster. I slept with him on the night of my 20th birthday, which meant a whole lot more to me than him. I don’t really know how to describe this relationship except to say that I loved him more than myself and he could never really decide if he loved me (which I now know means he didn’t). There were some pretty major things that happened between us that I’m not really going to go into in public, but by 21 I had all my self-worth wrapped up in him. The thing we had ended that summer, which brings me to the second story-point.
My family has a history of clinical depression. All the women on both my mom and dads side are on medication for it (it’s just build into our genes that our brains don’t do chemicals right), so it was really just a matter of time. The end of this ‘thing’ plummeted me right into the deep end of depression and it was a 3-year climb back out. I never did the self-harm thing. Tried it once, and I understand why people do it - but in the end I chose to self-medicate in other ways. I’m currently not on medication - though almost went back on about a month ago because its been a VERY hard year for my family and me personally - but luckily this year I had a someone who has come into my life at just the right time and has sort of kept me in the shallow end (which brings me to point-three).
Point-three is that I found a friend this year in an unlikely place, and he has taught me so, so much. I write about important relationships in my life, and he is important so I do tend to write a lot about him. Right now it’s he and I against the world, and one day he’ll find someone amazing to take my place and I am going to fucking hate her, but be so, so happy for him.
I think those are the important things to understand me emotionally when it comes to my writing… yea.