Bøker av April Hill Writing

If My Brain Could Grow Flowers is the Eighth book by Author, Poet, Doodler, and Weirdo, April Hill Writing. It is a collection of original hand drawn and hand written poetry and prose. The book is an attempt to understand the positives and negatives of life as you age and grow into the understanding that you are not ever going to be as good as you wished you were. As I grow I sour, If only my braincould grow flowers.April Hill Writing started as a means of escape from thoughts that caused anxiety and confusion. The words grew with the idea that everybody has fears they are unable to describe. There is an underlying weirdness people do not always feel a fondness for, through scattered thoughts and questions we can connect people and things, to feel a little bit better.aprilhillwriting.com@aprilhillwriting

The Things is the first ever children's book written, edited, produced, directed, illustrated and copyrighted by April Hill Writing. We are made up of good things, and bad things, and things inbetween. The balance is tricky with these three tricky things. The good shows the bad just how to be. The bad makes the good better between you and me. April Hill Writing started as a means of escape from thoughts that caused anxiety and confusion.The words grew with the idea that everybody has fears they are unable to describe. There is an underlying weirdness people do not always feel a fondness for, through scattered thoughts and questions we can connect people and things, to feel a little bit better. aprilhillwriting.com@aprilhillwriting@aprilhillwrites

What I Learned on Earth is a collection of writing, poetry, doodles, and weirdness by April Hill Writing. It is a book dedicated to understanding mental health and dealing with the idea of death. 80% of every purchase of this book will be donated to mental health research and resource funding.April Hill Writing started as a means of escape from thoughts that caused anxiety and confusion. The words grew with the idea that everybody has fears they are unable to describe. There is an underlying weirdness people do not always feel a fondness for, through scattered thoughts and questions we can connect people and things, to feel a little bit better.aprilhillwriting.com@aprilhillwriting@aprilhillwritesSlowly Falling Apart Slowly, All at once. A Flowersits dead in a vaseready to fall for days.Here I am steadily dead, with my head being fednothing but dread andtelling myself to justdrink some more water.