For the most part, the only writing I've ever talked about here has been about my Falling Series. While this consumes most of my writing energy, there are other projects I am working on simultaneously. This is one of them.
I started this project in October of 2010 and I just finished it. For now, it is something few have seen and even fewer have heard me talk about. Right now, it exists only between the covers of this journal, safely tucked away on my bookshelf.
In the beginning, I never thought I would show or tell anyone. But my family became curious and soon I shared it with them. Then my best friend found out by accident and I finally had enough guts to tell my roommate in New York City when she saw me woking on it. I never thought I would actually finish it but I have and it feels amazingly satisfying but also like a part of me is missing. It's only been an hour since I wrote the last letter and it already feels like I can never go back to those pages. This is insane because of course I can go back but right now it doesn't really feel possible. Now that this is done I am hoping I can keep writing and working through this idea I got on a stormy fall night and turn it into something that others will want to read. I have to admit, I have some qualms about ever really showing the things I've written here to the public. But I read somewhere recently that if the things you write embarrass you or are things that remain too close to your secret heart, then those are the things that will have the most impact. Though I'm not really ready to say too much more about this burgeoning project with any of you invisible readers out there, I just felt like I needed to preserve this feeling of loss that has eclipsed my joy over finishing this. This is another part of being a writer that I never knew about. It seems I am discovering something new about myself and my writing with each project I work on and that is something worth sharing. So if you get to actually find this in a bookstore someday and you've taken it between your hands to read, I know you might have many questions. Which is really great. Questions are the things that keep me up at night and give me the stamina to continue writing when it seems I'm about to delete everything I've worked on. If you read the letters I've addressed as Dear You and you're wondering, who me? I want you to know I started this for me but finished it for my sister, and my mom, and my best friend, and you, my invisible reader. I hope those words find you some day and I hope they will give you the same strength they have given me the past three years.
xoxo
K.K.