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Part One - Three Part Hormone Story 2nd My second book pitch idea.


 

Dear future publisher


Three Part Hormone Story 2nd My second book pitch idea. 

(contact me via email if interested )


1. Getting Your Period — Story Information from the 70's


You’re born in the 70's,

a decade with no language for any of it.


Your mum had a hysterectomy when you were seven,

so periods were a silent subject —

not hidden, just absent.


The only clue was a single bag of huge Lille Whites,

the loop on kind,

sitting in the bathroom cupboard.


You’d seen them your whole life,

curious about the packaging,

but they’d always been there,

so you brushed over them

like background furniture.


No explanations.

No road map.

No warning label.


So when your own period arrived in 1986,

it hit like weather you’d never been taught to read.


Hormones arriving like a storm front —

loud, fast, uninvited —

and you just got on with it,

because that’s what girls did.


You learned to cope

before you even knew

what coping was.


Footnote — Publisher Ready Concept Paragraph

Three Part Hormone Story is a poetic memoir told in three movements: the silent 70s childhood where periods had no language; the frantic adult years where hormones quietly held everything together; and the violent arrival of perimenopause, where the system collapses and the generational cycle reveals itself. Through raw stanzas and sensory truth telling, Alison maps the hormonal journey of mother and daughter, showing how silence becomes inheritance and how naming becomes liberation. This is midlife, ND wiring, trauma, humour, and survival — written in fragments that finally find their form.


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