Music artists were in my life, and I started to analyse lyrics, which I guess led me to analyse books…
Little did I know over the seven and a bit years I wrote that it was setting me up for bigger and better scribblings, namely novels over 500 pages and 125,000 words, and novellas, short stories and non-fictions.
By the time 2002 rolled around, I was 28 years old and wrote one song. That’s all I wrote. And I’m surprised I wrote that because I hadn’t written in six years. That was the last song, and all of them were my practice for story-telling in four verses, a chorus, and a bridge for much bigger and better things.
Covering a wide range of topics from 1993–2002, or volumes 4–6, mostly love, I plagiarise myself a lot, so have a good laugh, especially over the witty one-liners and anecdotes about what was happening, who I wanted to be, or who I had a crush on.
They are not perfect, nor meant to be; they’re just the musings of a young teenage girl with crushes and dreams.
Enjoy!
