Vengeance Through Passion

Permit my break in transmission, dear reader, for there are a few things I must share with you about this little book of mine. Consider this a secret scroll passed to you directly, inked with gratitude and a touch of vulnerability.

First, let me tell you: this book isn’t just a collection of words. It’s three years of my life poured into pages. It’s my heart, soul, dreams, and probably a few stray coffee stains (don’t judge). It’s the world to me—my first love and my toughest critic.

A big, warm thank-you to all of you who read, follow along, comment, and leave reviews. Whether it’s a single line or a full critique, your support keeps me going. You, dear reader, are the co-authors of my motivation.

Here’s a little secret: I came up with this story when I was fifteen—just a wide-eyed kid with too many ideas and not enough time. It took two years for the premise to evolve, and I officially started writing last year. But! (Oh, the "but" is important here.) I restarted this story over twelve times. Twelve! Like a writer’s Groundhog Day, endlessly chasing the perfect beginning.

Now, here I am at seventeen—officially a medical student, unofficially a part-time dream weaver—and somehow juggling all the things life throws at me. Medical textbooks by day, fantasy worlds by night, and sometimes just staring at the ceiling wondering why my sleep schedule hates me. It’s chaotic. It’s exhausting. It’s also kind of magical.

Here’s the thing: even when it feels like nobody notices, even when the self-doubt monster whispers, “Maybe it’s not good enough,” I refuse to quit. Nope. Not today, Doubt Monster. Not ever.

And so, here we are, celebrating this book’s anniversary. It's a big deal for me. Why? Because every word written is a battle won. Every chapter is a victory lap. Some days I’m a knight slaying discouragement; other days, I’m just a person staring at a blinking cursor, willing it to cooperate.

Feel free to ask me anything in this special chapter! Whether you’re curious about the story, the chaos of my life, or even my favorite pizza toppings (hint: they’re controversial), I’m all ears.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for sticking around. You mean the world to me and my little book. Here’s to finishing this story, no matter how long it takes!

Now, let’s get back to the chaos, shall we?