Hi there! Hope you're all having a good start of the week
Chapter 27 is up and I'm happy to say to say we have two more + the epilogue and then it's a wrap! How crazy is it to say that?
When writing this chapter, I was reminded of this book I read last year called "The hour of the star", or "La hora de la estrella" since I read it in Spanish. It was very much written like a second or third draft, with the author chiming in to express their thoughts and feeling while they wrote the story. And in utmost moment of tension, she said she felt like she was dying, like a part of her had been taken away, like a part of her had departed with that story. While writing this chapter, and other parts of Torn, but most of all with this chapter, I felt similarly (bear with me here and please let me explain). It was like a part of me that I'll never recover had been poured out into the paper.
I hope this doesn't sound too depressing because it's really not, the more I think about it, the more beautiful it seems. Because to me it means that you're imbuing your work with your very essence, and in that sense, it doesn't feel like death, instead it feels like rebirth.