About The Fade

        This book is very dear to me. It makes me feel very vulnerable, but I suppose that is a good thing. It makes it real. A lot of the experiences in it are mine, and some come from dreams as I explain in some of the stories. It is both fact, and fiction.

        I have spent so much time editing it, and rereading it over and over until my mind turned into mush. Self publishing is hard, and having to learn all about how to even get started... It was and is a long process. Making sure that everything is done correctly, and combing through it all...

        I hope it is good. I believe it is.

        I didn't want to ask for help. I wanted to do it all myself. Perhaps it was my pride that took control. Thinking that if I am going to do something like this, then it will be on my terms. It will be my mistakes. My spelling errors. My editing. My everything. 

        I didn't want anyone else to touch it. I didn't want someone to look at it and make changes. It is written the way it needed to be. Flaws and all. Though I did try to fix them all... I am sure there are a few that are stuck inside somewhere. 

        This book and if I have any that follow... They are characters that are torn apart at the seams. They are full of joy, and pain. They are happy beyond belief, and yet laden with heartache.

        I am thankful for the support of my sisters throughout this process. I am thankful for their encouragement through the times when I needed someone most, and when it felt like I had absolutely no one to turn to. No one that could anchor me down. I hope they see how much they mean to me. I greatly appreciate them and hope they know how much I love them. 

        Thank you for listening... Technically reading. Thank you for reading my little rant. I hope you have a wonderful night and a beautiful day, Darling.