This book is dedicated to my late mother. Kelly Marie Gaskin-Powell. Although she was a neglectful mother, and was an abusive wife, she is still the reason I became a writer. One of the reasons I love literature. And yes I am calling her what she was, my siblings and I did not have a good home life growing up. But without her I would never know the freeing Joy of creating your own universe through words on a page or scream.
When I was little I grew up watching my birth mother write, talk about being an author, and trying her hardest to "manage" her dream along with her children. She tried to brainstorm with my father, she tried to write during nap time, and although I don't exactly know why she stopped trying, I know that she did inspire little me to write. And that is pretty much the only reason I am dedicating this book, my first book ever, to her. I told you no one thing but the woman who kept me and my feelings blocked in a slum of a house black mold on the walls 24/7 365, yelling at us until midnight in a drunken belligerent rage after my youngest sibling wanted to see if there was a rainbow outside. Scaring us into not using the bathroom at night. Barely feeding us more than a bowl of mac and cheese and a cold hot dog because that's what was easy for her to cook - meanwhile our Father who had to walk home and to work everyday because we didn't have a car made sure to cook meat and vegetables for us on the weekends. But without her I would not have the thing that brings me joy and passion. One of the only good things she did.
One day I asked why she wrote, and she said it's because you could create your own little world. You could be the god of your own world, be whoever you wanted, and it gave everyone an escape.
It sounded like fun. So I started trying to write too. I didn't know how to write yet, but I knew I wanted to be an author. My first story was done in crayon on a notebook, about a princess who finds her long lost twin sister that the king gave away for adoption. Surprisingly I received encouragement from my birth mother when she saw the drawings.
She passed her passion on to me without even realizing it. She gave me a legacy, a love of writing and creativity. And then my stepmom and Friends and even boyfriend helped me develop the story and encouraged me to follow my dream. To tell stories that mean something to me and craft worlds that give people an escape, the grip you in and make you feel something for these fictional characters. As of writing this I have three series I want to do, three worlds that mean a lot to me. Shattered Legacies is just my first world, a world I have been developing since I was 17.
This book is dedicated to my birth mother, to credit her for one of the only gifts she ever gave me. I will at least allow her this much, because it is my first thought and I did get my passion from her.
Kelly Marie Gaskin-Powell
1978 to 2022
August 15th
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Shattered Legacies: Book 1, Holo Change
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