... for a while I was actually afraid, and a little ashamed to talk about, or admit that I wrote and enjoyed poetry. It was almost as if I needed to 'come out' as a poet before I could truly progress with it. From my mid-teens to early twenties, it was a kind of dirty personal secret. I had an amazing English teacher at comprehensive school*, Mr. Hotton, who was one of the most passionate teachers I've ever encountered with regards to the English language. As I grew up, suffered and recovered from a nervous breakdown, I found myself looking back more and more frequently to that period (as if in an attempt to rebuild who I believed I was) and finding inspiration in his lessons years after. It was revisiting those lessons that pushed me to start seeking publication for some of my work, and the feedback from publications that drove me to look at it with a more discerning eye; getting a few pieces out there validated me and gave me the nudge I needed to stop hiding the poet--then of course discovering AW was a blessing ...