I always knew I was going to write something. That there would be something in my life to bring me to that point to where I wanted to see it come to life. The Heart Dove is exactly that, a cacophonous mess of my life, my passions, my interests, rolled into one. I love my family, so I write a story with the most twisted dynamics.
I want to experience love—so I let a man who’s so emotionally constipated and a ghost who thought my MC was as beautiful as a God at first sight be my main characters. The Heart Dove has every nitty gritty thing from important pieces of my life pulled together into a novel that deals with loss, tragedy, family, and love. Ultimately, always love. I love my characters, and what they strive for, and the reasons why they do what they do (even if it results in something like mass murder). They all want something so badly—that they’d do anything to achieve it. (How could I not write about the loss of power, the loss of family, the loss of someone my characters once loved?)
Freedom. Power. Love.
THD is so close to being a full fledged project, 120k words and counting, that I want it to be good. I want it to have an impact on someone. In the future, when I reach the end of the novel, I want it to have mattered to someone. Want someone to reach the end and feel connected to each story—to feel heartbreakingly, bittersweet as it ends.
Above all else, it is a love story. Between family, between friends, between children and caregivers. It’s not perfect, but I do pour my entire heart into it.
