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From me, to you

 

This isn’t my first novel. My first novel, ‘Dealing with diamonds’ is in a word doc in a folder that hasn’t been opened in a long time. It is an interesting book, with characters who were screaming for their voices to be heard, only quieting down once the words started appearing on the blank screen, a plot that’s planned out but messy, a flow that wasn’t perfect but moved and a writer who was very unsure of herself and the stories she wanted to tell. I knew everything about the book, cover to cover. The only thing I didn’t know was whether it was good enough. I couldn’t bring myself to find out either. All of that changed with ‘She told me’. I knew that if I didn’t start putting it out there from the first chapter itself, I would never do it. So, on February 24th, armed with a vague plot idea and a strong first chapter, I began telling Lucas’ story on Wattpad. I wasn’t very regular with updates, but I knew I had to and that I would finish the book, whether just one person read it or ten. Luckily for me, more than one person read the book and those who couldn’t because of their incredibly short attention spans were very encouraging in the ‘I can’t really say for sure if you’re good at this because I haven’t actually read it but it’s you so you’re probably good at it’ way. Took some time for me to wrap my head around the idea but nevertheless I do appreciate the sentiment.

To the people who read my book, I will always be grateful. The people who told me in person how much they loved the twists and turns, the people who were in my DMs every week giving me their reviews of every new chapter, the people who shared my character reels on their stories, the person who made my book cover, the people who followed me on Wattpad, the people who would pester me to update new chapters, the people who would take time out of their exam study schedule to read the new chapter, the people who congratulated me when I hit even minor writing milestones, the people who promoted my book on their insanely weird snaps, the people who came up with the weirdest theories imaginable, the people who were always suspicious of that one character being up to no good, the people who made me realise just how much I enjoy writing novels, the people who took the characters from a world only I could see and made them real by talking about them, knowing them and loving them.

I don’t think it would ever be possible to properly describe just how much it means to me to receive such an amazing and encouraging response to the first novel I put out into the world. I always have been a dreamer but never in my wildest dreams did I think that my dreams would mesh together with reality so beautifully. I may not be a world-famous mystery writer yet but you’ve made me realise that someday I just might be.

So, from the bottom of my heart, I just want to say Thank you.   



For every single person who's supported my journey to get here.    

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