It's been nearly two months since my last post here. As we must all relate to, this season of life has been immensely stressful and busy. I find myself indulging in stress-induced eating, binging television, and watching my skin crawl. There's a word for that, which at this present time escapes me.
During this time, while it has had its fair share of madness, I have written a book. It is my first book. I have started writing many books, but this is the first I have finished. It is also the first that accompanies the state in which I find myself. That is madness. That is wonder.
I am in a state of madness and wonder. I dream all the time, though I never seem to sleep. I dream of hopeful, wonderful, impossible things. And I lay awake waiting for these dreams to find me.
This book, Paper Fledglings, is semi-autobiographical. It captures moments from within my timeline. It captures pain, trauma, heartache, delight, joy, beauty, and hope. It also captures regret, doubt, and anger. Such is the state of the world.
I write to you now, not despite these things, but in anticipation of the glorious challenges that away stepping into a broken world. For we live in brokenness. We live in disrepair.
However, that is not the end of the story. The story continues with you.
And your story can engage with the world and bring hope into it.
As such, this book attempts to do that. Even if at times, the pain seems overwhelming.
If you were not able to back the project on Kickstarter, you can still pre-order a copy here!
Paper Fledglings arrives in September 2020.
See you there.