I’ll never forget the days when my “book” lived inside messy notebooks, scribbled Post-its, and endless late-night thoughts. Writing felt raw, unstructured, and sometimes overwhelming.

And yet, here I am sitting with The One Who Stayed in my hands, remembering that every rough draft, every rewrite, and every doubt was worth it.

Finishing this novel wasn’t just about telling Isabella’s story; it was about proving to myself that dreams don’t stay dreams when you refuse to give up.

📖 Here’s to every creative soul sitting with their own “messy first draft” right now, keep going. Your polished ending is closer than you think.