I Didn't Want to Write This Book
I told myself no.
No one would want to read something like this.Too quiet. Too strange. Too full of feeling.
But the story kept waking me up in the dark.
It wasn’t asking to be written. It was asking to be felt.
Writing Nove wasn’t like creating something new. It was like remembering something I had tried to put away.
Like pulling emotion out of hiding. Like realizing stillness can carry a message.
This book came from the places I didn’t have words for.The parts of life that live in the body before they ever reach the tongue.
This post is about the resistance I felt —and the deeper yes underneath it.
Nove is coming soon — a quiet return, in book form.
A quiet note, when it matters.If these reflections resonate, you’re welcome to join the note.
