A couple of nights ago, I found Little Earthquakes had been re-released as a Deluxe version and without question, I have downloaded it as this one of this is one of my all time favourite albums by any artist. It was originally release in 1992, when I was the tender age of 14 and it was one of those albums where I bought it for two songs, Silent all these years and Winter  and still love every song on it.  There are songs on the album that still make my spine tingle as I remember the teenager I was and the journey of my life between then, when I bought it as a tape cassette to today, having it stored on the itunes cloud. No matter what the format, the music is still as piercing and thought provoking at it was when I first heard it. I have this very vivd memory of being parked in Bridge of Allan, waiting for my dad to get his hair cut and listening to the lyrics of Winter through the car stereo and being enchanted.  I think I  now own nearly all Tori Amos's albums, along with a several hundreds other albums.

It is really hard to remember myself as a 14 year old, I think it was of the first time I was working on a book. The book would eventually get sold around the school to raise money, but that when the writing started. It actually started at age 10, when my New Zealand cousins came over to Scotland and I wrote them into a story about dragons and created my alien from Pluto. Writing was the only thing that made sense to me and as long as I had good music and a pen, I could write you a love poem or a story about horses (I was a totally girl) and it was that simple. Writing was my escape to a world of no boundaries, it became my safety net when I had to face the truth about how ill my mum was and became my therapy when my words were very dark, and eventually I wrote myself back into the light and the world.