My Books:

3D TR The QLC S VThe Quarter Life Crisis Poet: a collection of poems on pain heartbreak and defiance by a twenty-something

What we have here is a Romantic, a Dreamer who got overthrown by the people around her. Whispers of deep hurts overlay the pages. This is a soul trying to climb out of the well of despair. Cursed with unfulfilled love, filled with longing. Nobody to turn to. So she writes, she satisfies her need to be understood through poetic emblems. She reflects on what could have been and comforts old wounds of a past undeclared. After Crisis comes the Calm. There is Hope in these Poems after all Catherine Vaughan is a Romantic with Hopes that True Love will return. After all the delay of romance is not a denial of it…

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How to Heal Eczema Naturally: a quick self-help guide to learn the secrets of healthy skin

3D TR EczemaThis quick guide reveals the effective and surprising secret foods, drinks and creams that can rapidly improve your skin. For instance did you know that grapefruit juice can alleviate eczema? Read this book to find out the best creams and ointments you can buy at the supermarket to reduce skin inflammation. Learn the Miracle Juice Recipe to make at home to clear your skin. This book is the ultimate lifestyle guide to help you understand the unsuspecting factors that aggravate your eczematous skin and help you find the best products to use in your home to keep eczema at bay. This is a truly holistic and quick-read health guide to help you heal your skin from the inside out. Plenty of simple and easy tips for you to get started with today on your journey to reclaiming healthy skin!

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Author’s Journey. Coming Soon!

Hey guys,

So a NEW category shall be in effect after Summer Break from July 1st 2016.

I will be documenting my Journey to becoming an Author covering facets from the writing process, event planning and bits and bobs in between.

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It really all started this time last year: Sunday 17th May 2015 with a simple ebook! A year later I am working on my fifth publication, have organized and hosted my own poetry performances plus hosted a group one. On top of that I’ve run multiple websites and social platforms plus my online shops! Who would’ve thought all this would manifest in less than a year. The question is not how she did it but what horrid people were holding her back? I’ve done it alone and I may as well document the process to the rest of the world…..

None of it was planned, all of it was made up as I went along. That I promise you! I literally had NO friends, no connections. This has been a solo journey. It’s also been a horrific time in a lot of way and nobody should have to forge this path, The Writer’s Path which is one of the toughest career paths especially when one has been suffering as I have…. It is a cruel, cruel world and you are a fool, fool to not make everything happen all at once. Things are changing. The amount of jobs and self-taught practices I’ve had to achieve is sickening and the short time frame I’ve done it in is enough to make someone take a gun to their head. It’s not easy but it has to be worth it. There’s nothing to catch me anymore, but I don’t care I simply dare.

 

Pirate Padlock: Fiction extract and small poems

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During a Writer’s workshop using this C 19th Padlock and key I came up with the following dialogue/fictitious extract.

“Don’t think you can get in without me! I am the guard, the man in charge, without me there would be carnage. I protect the secrets and deceits of history. Without me you have no truth and no proof. I am the commander, second to the General. One order I will not declare: Left or Right. It is up to you to decide. Don’t touch me unless you wear the badge of honour.” –The Key

The Stranger: “What do you protect?”

The Key: “Well you should know… What are you a spy? Oh my!”

The Stranger: “I have come to claim my rightful fortune!”

The Key: Get away you filthy pirate. Your gold and medallions fool not fool me.”

The Stranger: “You lie! I have twisted and turned, you do not work!”

The Key: “Get out!”

The Stranger: “Well then I shall have to destroy you and that lock where you cowardly sit and hide in.”

The Key: “Nooooo!”

The Stranger: “Ahoy my Captain, send me a hammer to beat this metal in a violent manner!”

 

Cinquain:

The Key
Three keys attached
Iron, black, lost, hidden, found.
Inside Hereford’s historic
Mansion.

Tercet:

Hear that knock?
Beware the knock!
Quick, look at the clock

Just try one more
No, through that door
If we don’t hide it there will be war.

Get that gold and store
It under the floor
Guard that door with an oar.

Copyright © 2016 Catherine Vaughan

On writing about darkness:

A lot of my writing from poetry to prose explicitly or indirectly talks about pain and darkness. This is unintentional. I just can’t control it sometimes. I have a new novel coming out this spring it is called “Welcome to Wonderland.” It is a Bohemian Love story with many beautiful but equally devastating plot twists.

They say write about what you know and the only thing I know and have experienced about life are good fortune at times and devastating, unimaginable lows.

There is a passage is this upcoming book that says how a couple of the villains in the book are so twisted you would be lucky if they paid to have you beaten to death. Their punishment of choice? Driving their enemy to commit suicide. Initially I felt unease. This is dark stuff. Notably there is no violence or disturbingly graphic scenes.

But that line: drive an enemy to the big S word we never talk about. That is deep. It may seem outlandish or cruel but we forget to acknowledge reality. In the book it is a certain wealthy character that has this dark drive.

My focus in my writing is to tell a compelling story with beauty, culture juxtaposed with the sadness and pain of life because we don’t just have the former alone. There is always truth in what I write, I can’t help it, it just comes out. I’m pretty perceptive and intuitive. Some mistake my sharp, deep and terse writing for deliberate infliction of distress. It is not. I could never do that. I’m just accurate in identifying the universal strand of truth and suffering. My brain automatically assesses or creates information/content from first principles thus there is always maximum coverage/depth from the simplest idea I merely think of. I can’t help it. If you think a villain uttering the words that he’d rather drive an enemy to suicide is too dark: let’s take a detour. This following analogy came after I wrote the dark passage. I know that what I write is more that what is typed. It is universal and it’s powerful to utter the stories we don’t dare speak up. It is hard but it must be told, the only acceptable form to do so is fiction.

Imagine an 11 year old boy who has just moved to a new town and has started high school.

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His parents have split up, he is the new kid, he lives in a block of flats; no garden; no park to play in. His father works full-time and has a new girlfriend so there’s not much one-on-one time with his son. He’s finding it hard to make friends. He’s the shortest boy in the class and a little skinny. One kid in gym class picks on him as he is partnered up with the prettiest and tallest girl in class. More boys join in on the teasing. They say he’s short, he’s ugly. He goes home and hardly sees any of his old friends on social media because they’ve forgotten about him by now. So he adds some people from his class in an attempt to make new friends. Some reject the “friend request” others accept. He’s not great at sports- just Maths. But it’s not cool to do your maths homework so in a bid to fit in he stops too. At first the boys kinda let him in a little subject to him letting them copy from him for homework and future tests. The kid that first picked on him adds him on facebook. He’s kinda relieved, maybe he wants to be friends. So he accepts the friend request, but the boy is no different online.

Now he just has more fuel to bully him. He finds old photos of him wearing glasses and calls him ugly. They make sly comments about him not having any friends. They label him gay. It gets worse and worse. He tells his Dad who just says “hey don’t worry about it.” He’s torn between even finishing his homework because the cool kids don’t and he wants to fit in. His grades slip, teachers bemoan about the slip in grades. They don’t acre to ask why he’s gone from an average ‘B’ to ‘D-‘. They just label him as not bright and non-compliant with school work. He confides in one teacher that it’s been 6 months and he has not made one friend, teacher’s dismiss his pain say he just needs to be more confident- to stop worrying. His Dad says join the weekend football team. Sadly those horrid boys from school are already on the team and he’s crap at sports anyway. He wants to take up the clarinet again but Dad can’t afford the fees. He has to have a special free lunch for school because he is from a low-income household. He has an aunt nearby but she’s got three kids under 10 and is always busy. She does love her nephew but she has too much on her plate. So he stays indoors after school and the weekend. He starts a little blog on Warhammer and games like that. But before you know it the kids at school have found it and take the mick.

Every possible route to a supposed ‘normal kid life’ is blocked or mocked: his Dad, teachers, friends (or lack there of), hobbies, family etc. So what is that 11 year old child supposed to do? He can’t just pack up and move to his Mother’s who is 4 hours away with a new man. He could face even more rejection at another new school and what would his Dad think of him for choosing his Mum instead. He feels trapped. He is trapped. There’s only so much an 11 year old boy can do.

Then on Facebook someone at school calls him a “loner” that he would be better off dead. He thinks this over. He believes it is true. So tell me does that scenario by all those people surmount to someone being driven to suicide?

You think suicide is selfish and depression is indulgent. Sometimes it is the only logical state of mind and state of being a person can feel given their circumstances. Obviously people are not always intentionally driving someone to that state but others are even if they do not notice it.

Ergo my writing is not unnecessarily dark it coneys truths. The truths we do not want to face or hear about. Unfortunately these dark circumstances happen everyday. The least we could do is be pleasant to people. So yeah my writing may upset people but it has to be written, it is not what you originally think and finally I could never write something to maliciously hurt someone. Never. But my writing ends up bleeding truth whether I want it to or not. All I intended was to write a sweet love story with Bohemians, creatives, billionaires and poets and something bigger than myself came out, darker than I ever imagined. I’m never trying to be political or take a dig at society. That’s not my intention. My writing is deep and sophisticated it can satisfy superficial whims alongside one’s propensity towards depth and meaning. Ultimately my next book is a moving, deep and pensive book. It is also an enjoyable read, it will be an emotional roller coaster but you will have been glad to have read it and it ends on a most intriguing, beautiful and heartfelt scene.

Copyright © Catherine Vaughan 2016.

 

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“So I’m gonna go, start forgetting.”/ I will remember you….

A May to September kinda Love

All she wanted was that small-town kinda love. That simple love- love in it’s purest form. But she never got it. It wasn’t meant to be because she had bigger things to do in life. Her Dreams were there for the taking. They all came to her at once, during the summer where she had her last chance to get that love she should’ve had at 19 but didn’t. He didn’t hold tightly enough. The problem was he was a small-town boy and she was no small-town girl. She knew it was a choice between some guy who was no doubt a repeat of the one before only he looked like a young Jack Kerouac. He was irresistible. The Punk Hunk. All she has is a Stone Roses song to remember him by: “I wanna be adored.” He had that pull on her heart but he could not stimulate her mind not like the other one…

“How am I supposed to go on with my life knowing what we could of had?”  -Buffy Summers

It was always the same story for her. A romantic beginning an intense courtship and a catastrophic ending…Those three guys looked different but it was the same commotion. A cruel conspiring of Cupid. She knew better….But she knew that this was the summer she could never forget because she’d always be haunted by him. The unfulfilled love, the dread of seeing him on the way to Andy’s he was so near to that place she called a Sanctuary. The Cathedral, the garden. This is it. That was it. Never mind that she saw his mother, his sister. It was meaningless. “What could have been?” Is the most haunting of all regrets. But they always repeat it.

Angel: “No one will know but me.”

Five years later and he sees her in a magazine. And he wishes he didn’t listen to her, when she whispered at lunch to stay away from the pretty girl on the next table. But you thought I was 15. How I wish I was. But I can’t be, not for him. Other things are destined like the next guy who will be jealous and possessive because let’s face it men don’t understand love they just desire after someone and are filled with the urge to conquer and take possession of…If he doesn’t have that in him there’s no point.

And she’ll marry five times. 4/5 husbands will be older and she’ll be even more unsatisfied. Husband No. 3 will be younger but nothing like him. Which him? She can’t remember a face just a feeling moreover a longing. Unfulfilled love is always so much more romantic…

Buffy: “Everything we did?”

Angel: “It never happened.”

Buffy: “It did! I know it did.”

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Buffy: “Given enough time we should be able to- “

Angel: “Forget.”

Buffy: “….Yeah.”

Oracle: “You alone will carry the memory of this day. Can you carry that burden?

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“I’ll never forger, I’ll never forget, I’ll never forget, I’ll never forget…”

“I will remember you.”

Partly inspired by my own longings and an episode of Angel TV show “I will remember you.” The most romantic piece of televised film. Buffy had her comfortable pure love with Riley Finn, I just got a guy that looked like him….But things have already changed #newfacesnewplaces.