a novelist in metamorphosis

mind the velvet

And so, I’ve stepped into the crucible — the chrysalis — again. Set foot on a path that has been calling me for decades, haunting the margins, burrowing in. This journey, perhaps my most ambitious yet, has already taken me to the periphery of madness. There’s no turning back now. You see, I’m writing a novel. Let us refer to it as ‘Project Magdalena’ for now — a literary fiction set against a stark, southern landscape, told in three fractured voices. An elegy of grief, obsession, and the masks we wear to survive. I’m writing the story, the story is writing me.

The semi-colon is the ugly stepsister; the period is the stern governess.
And the comma, she’s the gentle wallflower, whom I’ll dance with, if I must.
But the em-dash — she lands like a cigarette flicked into the dark — quiet, but dangerous.