Where Have I Been?
I haven’t posted on here in a couple of months— not because I’ve ran out of things to say, but because I’ve been writing something bigger: a book.
A while back, I kept finding myself saying things like
“how hard could it be to write a book?”
No, like literally:
Then a good friend of mine (shoutout to Cyrus) asked me to Beta read his novel— which you should absolutely read, Catalyst drops July 11, 2025. Anyway, we ended up in this two-day, deep dive conversation about everything books and writing, and somewhere in the middle of all that, I told him that I had been going back and forth about writing something of my own. And he was like: “Okay, but do it”
So I did.
Well, I started.
Now, it’s two months later, and I am in it deep.
It still feels strange to say it out loud. I don’t know what shelf it’ll belong on— memoir, fiction, survival, grief— maybe it doesn’t fit anywhere. Maybe that’s the point.
All I know is: this story has lived in my body for years, and now i’m finally letting it out.
My novel is about a girl who learns too early how to care for everyone but herself. About siblings bound together by love and survival. About a mother whose addiction blurred the lines between protector and predator. It’s about what gets stolen from kids in the name of “getting by.” and how sometimes, growing up means realizing no one is coming to save you— so you save what you can and carry the rest.
I have been pouring myself into this. That’s why I’ve been so quiet on here— not because I’m not writing anymore, but because I’m writing the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to say.
I don’t know when it’ll be finished. I don’t know what will come of it. but I wanted to let you in on what I have been doing.
Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading anything I’ve ever shared. It means more than I can ever explain.
More soon.
Lyna <3.
p.s. thought I’d throw in a little sneak peek if you’ve made it this far ;)