Biography

After being forced to leave my job as a postman due to ill health (mainly physical but do suffer mentally as well), I decided to follow a dream and I started to write. Nothing is easy, is it, well I am an Englishman living in Wales, so how hard can it be. I am currently working on a fantasy novel and hopefully, it will be finished soon, I do have numerous others jotted down but yet to start. I'm yet to find my best area to work in. But I do seem to like jotting down poetry, which is a big surprise to me? I am an avid sports nut with athletics being my main love, I run and coach for Wrexham AAC, I am also a member of open athletics which is involved in the LGBT sports scene in the UK (Manchester). My fave reads are from Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and most good autobiographies. I normally write under my pen name - Stephen Scorer and I'm currently a member of Whitchurch Writers and I also help coordinate a carers writing group in Wrexham. I also aid in the blog page of Time to Change Wales. Being self-published as not come easy, here 's a list of my currently available pieces of work: Spot to Spot; is a quirky travel book that starts in Wrexham and Finishes in Cardiff. Am I Mad or is it Just Me; is my first book and the reason this journey began, it deals with mental health issues. Drabalicious; is a 25 short story collection. My poetry books are a little different and I decided to publish each set of 50 poems, so my followers can take my journey with me and see my changes. For example, my first book is 'I had to start somewhere' and goes from my first poem to number fifty. My second poetry book 'From somewhere to here' goes from poem 51 to 100. I have also had poems published in Amble (Chester) Finally, I have my worldwide window of poetry. I have converted an old shop and flat in the village of Overton (North Wales) into a house. But the large shop windows have remained, so I have utilised these to show some of my poetry, most of which are funny or about the village. Most people that read these go away with a smile on their faces, which means 'Job done'.

Samples

The Evil of Cancer I don’t like this The evil inside Why, Oh Why Do loved ones die? We often ask It’s always different When it’s somebody else Cancer doesn’t care It can attack At anytime No matter who No matter where It just doesn’t care What it spreads Destroying lives With that evil inside. Most of us can relate to this, we either have family or know someone that has suffered from this! A Mothers Love A mother's love is plain to see, More than often, it is aimed at me. Others also do openly agree, That her love is given, always free. Holding it close, but ready is she, Even if she hears of no plea. Ready and waiting, that is her guarantee, Sometimes acting as the referee. Love is something that she rarely receives, Oh that of my love, she always deserves. Viewed from a distance, we can only observe, Everyone's mother, her love preserved. This is an Acrostic that I wrote for my late mother on her last trip up to North Wales, six months later she would lose her battle with a brain tumour.

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