*Takes extremely deep breath*
More than a year ago, I had this crazy dream about a girl with a tail and a boy holding hands, hiding behind a pier from men who were shooting at them. In my dream, I remember seeing the fear in their eyes as they tried to hide, and then swim away. I remember there was a ship, but before I’d see anything else, I’d awake.
I had this dream multiple times. It was always the siren. She was always running away, and there was always a boy, though I couldn’t figure out who he was.
As so happens that sometimes life entangles you in a set of emotions programmed to either torture you in a hole of constant questions, or make you grow in a hole of self-inflicted doubt.
I can’t tell what was happening with me a year ago, but I was trapped in a torrent of depression. Part because of my life situation and part because of the barriers I could never bring down.
In November of 2014, I did NaNoWriMo, and decided to finally pen down these dreams that kept coming to me. On November 1st, I had the last dream about the siren girl and the boy. It’s what drove me to finish RUSTIC STARS, even if it was a year later. In the dream, I saw the ending of the story. But it had no beginning, and only parts of the middle.
Now, I probably did not write exactly what my dreams told me, but this book aid me so much; it helped me express myself in different way about all my feelings. Though a certain set of emotions inflicted by an individual are what helped me start this novel, another set of emotions by a different someone helped me actually finish.
I hope you get to read the book that I now present to you. It means a lot to me, and it will allow you to dive into some dark, some blissful, aspects of my own personal life. I will continue to talk about it in more blog posts, but I wanted to share the cover personally with you, without having to shove it out into the world.
I heart you.