Yesterday I announced that my first book, prisonbreaks, would be released at the end of the month. It is terrifying and exciting and all the things. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what I’m doing.
This year has been a journey. There has been a lot of beauty and growth in the midst of the mess of pandemic life.
The thing I have learned is that I am healthiest and strongest and at my best when I am putting words on paper. When I write it is usually raw, my best shot at communicating what is in my head. Creativity is essential to be a whole person. It also happens to be therapeutic.
When I made the decision to leave my career and stay home, my approach was to open all of my creative doors and see what happened. But, ultimately, writing is really the only thing I know how to do.
In the past couple years I’ve dabbled in a lot of projects as inspiration and momming have allowed. The first one that felt ready to send into the world is a collection of poetry.
I wrote songs before I wrote anything, and I suppose that is a form of poetry. I’ve never felt like a poet. Sometimes, though, emotions are best captured in verse. In an arrangement of rhymes and imagery that prose can’t touch.
Yesterday I announced that my first book would be released at the end of the month. It is terrifying and exciting and all the things. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know what I’m doing.
I decided to illustrate it myself. I don’t know how to illustrate. I broke Illustrator all over the place and watch a lot of YouTube videos. Something about this project felt like I needed to create all of it.
So here I am. I exported the PDF today for my first reader and will be uploading it to the world soon.
I guess I’ll update on my journey here. It feels like the appropriate thing to do. AND, soon I’ll have a link to my own book!
You can find me on Goodreads. I’ll update with my Amazon link when I have it.
Thank you for following along. <3