Still Point ✓

afterword, pt. 1

i'll begin by saying that hours after i finished writing this story back in february, i wrote a long ass author's note that i have now decided to rewrite and break down into segments, which is why this part will contain:

1. a note

2. fun facts

3. acknowledgments

4. extras

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N O T E

it's may 31st 2020, and unless you live under a rock, you would know that it is a very heavy time to be alive: a global pandemic, the american president threatening to shoot at citizens, poc protesting for basic human entitlements, celebrities getting cancelled, and on and on.

whether or not we have the range for them, important conversations are being had and i think most of us are very different people from who we were before the quarantine. i wonder what the history books will say. if thirty years from now people will still talk of george floyd, and tamir rice, and all the other black deaths that go as far back as emmet till. but i digress. after all, you're here to listen to me talk about my story.

after finishing this story i laughed until it somehow morphed into crying, and here i try to explain why.

STILL POINT is a story i gave my blood, sweat and tears to at the beginning of this year. a book whose tune i danced to, smelled, touched, tasted when writing.

it was eureka after eureka: that as a black queer man in a country where lgbtq+ existence is criminalized, i could write a story outside and within the confines of my experiences, to create something truly beautiful.

i entered into the writing process of this (which took close to three weeks) thinking about a lot of things, the most dominant being that love wasn't necessarily everything i'd been led to believe it was as a thirteen year old reading teenfics with generic white bad boys and timid nerdy girls. in all honesty it is so much more than even i would have you believe, though i do know one thing: real love has no place for abuse of any kind, and romanticizing toxic qualities will only lead to more harm than good in the long run, which is something i tried to embody in this story.

more than that though, this was a love letter to boys (people) like wyatt and wes, who would mess up their own happiness over percieved deficiencies, true or not.

tomorrow marks the start of pride month, and if you notice, my profile says i joined wattpad in june last year.

i promised myself that i would have something up by that time this year, so yes guys, i succeeded. and at the point of writing this, STILL POINT has over 800+ views and 100+ votes. so thank you, really. it means a lot.

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F U N F A C T S

i. this book was never supposed to happen:

of the five or so stories i set out to write, it was the last idea to come to me. i'd lost inspiration for the wip i was working on at that time and i saw a tweet that made me think it would be cool to write a back story detailing events that occured before that time period.