FROM THE AUTHOR

It all began with nothing being the same. My days felt short, and my nights were long. Due to my desperate need to escape, I took the opportunity that came with sleepless nights to harness my inner creativity. Initially I thought of music. But the unforeseen circumstances that followed a car accident made it too painful to dance. Which meant, songs changed for me too. I, then, concentrated more on the lyrics and most days I felt like screaming, rather than singing. It didn’t take long for me to realise the power of words. That’s when I realised my newfound passion for writing. And once I started, I couldn't stop. The truth is, it started as a journal, and my attempt to heal from what seemed impossible. I never thought I would turn a story into a novel. 

 

My healing journey taught me not to give up, and that goes with almost anything in life. I entered into an endless cycle of rest-write-heal-repeat, and as time went on, things got easier. So I decided to share part of my experience, with the hope that it might help someone else. But it came with a twist - a book needs an ending, and I'm only just beginning…

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Never doing anything like this before, my first novel took me longer than I had anticipated. I believe it helped me through my darkest times. What felt like my whole world falling apart, was really a time where I was taken down a long and narrow road which led me to create a new path, one that I needed to pave myself. And finally, I feel that I am doing what I was always meant to do. 

 

Not realising it at the time, but having no one around was a blessing in disguise, and one that I can be thankful for now. Because there was no one warning me of the hours it would take, the countless tears I’d cry, or that I'd spend most of my nights in solitude fearlessly typing away into the early hours of the morning. It's what helped me to turn my new dream into a reality. If I had of known the amount of time and effort it would have taken, I might not have started in the first place. But not only did I make a start, I kept at it, and now I have a product of my determination. 

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Thus, here I am, an author, a writer, a novelist – something I never thought I’d ever call myself. And I did it! It’s a personal achievement. One that I can be proud of and something that no one can take away from me. I know with success comes certain drawbacks, such as – criticism (that’s not always constructive), and many comments that might not be what I want to hear. However, it just might give me an idea for a future story.​