Yesterday, I'd gone to see Guy, who is a wizard with Word, to try and get my poems into shape and get the fonts and alignment right. I felt so embarrassed by my poetry, seeing swear words fly by as he scrolled up and down the document. I nearly gave up then and there.

After printing them out, I popped into York to a bloke who does bookbinding and I'm getting a few done to send to publishers... another moment of excruciating embarrassment... am I doing the right thing? Or should I just forget about the past and bury them?

We'll see. They'll hopefully be ready by next Tuesday in time to give Sophie one.

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