the journey of a budding author


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I am re-blogging this post for my daughter Natalie and son-in-law Steve who are basking in the beauty of Paris at the moment!

Old, yet still beautiful;

World-weary yet never tired.

You sing a siren song

To entice the unwary to your breast.

From the ends of the earth

They hear your seductive call

And come to drink deeply

Of the heady wine of your presence;

To eat at your table where

All their lusts will be fulfilled.

And when they leave


To you it matters not whether they stay or go.

A heartless mistress,

You blink your heavy-lidded

Eyes and turn away with

Careless lifted shoulder

As they depart with aching hearts

To dream forever of returning

One more time to


Copyright Elaine Young 2012

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Author: booksdefineme

I have always been surrounded by books. My parents had books, books and more books. I haunted the library as a child and when I grew up I worked in books shops. When I had children and they went to school I ran the school library. And my husband keeps on telling me there are too many books in the house. They somehow seem to pile up on every available surface almost of their own volition. I fight back and donate mounds of them to the local library but somehow it is a losing battle. I just find more taking their place! For the last eight years or so I have been wrestling with writing a novel and what a fierce tussle it is. I am about to publish this magnum opus in a few weeks time. I feel as I did when I gave birth to my children; nervous but excited!

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