Six months into performing poetry I did the only sensible thing and published a book. This contains over 30 poems and flash fiction stories, as well as a few comics. They span love, family, depression, glitter and many other fantastic things. 

It was intended to act as a benchmark for my work to date, and a spur to writing new stuff. It worked. 

My one regret is that, given the title, I decided to publish it without proofing. Now the few typos scream out to me whenever I pick it up.