Born and raised in a small town in what used to be East Germany. Never thought I'd see the world on the other side until it all changed overnight nearly 20 years ago, proof that miracles do happen.
Traveler and student until I came to England over 4 years ago to live in a town I'd never heard of with a dazzling Englishman without whom I would have never written a single line, I don't think.
Spending most of my life time working for someone else, like everyone else, commuting in stuffy trains each day, following the stampede across red traffic lights morning and night. Swimming for my life in oceans of Emails, crouching in front of clients. (I just want to write, really.)
Writer of poetry after hours and remote stepmother.
Lover of Marmite, Black Sheep Ale, and those small pork pies you get at M&S.
Trying to make sense of the past, afraid of getting old.
I love that first dip of the spoon into a fresh jar of Nutella. I like waking up early on a Sunday morning and read in bed until noon.
I am obsessed with facts, especially capitals. I want to know all the capitals of the world by heart, no idea why, I want to learn Quantum Physics and promote the installation of mixed taps to all of Great Britain, as well as the removal of carpets from all bathrooms and toilets in Great Britain.
I started writing poems about my pets, especially horses, when I was quite young, filled plenty of diaries, started on my grandmother's life story that didn't go any further than chapter one, I write down lots of notes and lose them, I buy beautiful notebooks and then don't dare spoiling them with my horrible handwriting. I own notebooks of all sizes and colours. I've written lots of papers on all sorts of topics that no one will ever read. I write an incredible amount of E-mails at work. I love the colours of the rocks in the Atacama desert.www.scrappaperthinking.net
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