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With the release of my debut novel (baby) rapidly approaching, I decided to let everyone into a little part of my mind. A scary place, guys!
The written word helps me express my feelings in a way the spoken word cannot. The version of me that exists in between the lines of my book is the truest version of me, one that I find hard to let out in day-to-day life, and one that very few people see.
Why did I choose to write The Boy Who Saw In Colours?
The answer to this question has many answers, but here are a few points.
I remember being a teenager in 2013, and as many schools do, they taught us about WW2. Me being me, I decided to do further research, and I was shocked to learn that there were many people with stories that the history books don't teach you. Stories keep the world revolving, and it didn't seem fair to me that some people's stories were forgotten, so I decided to write. Through the eyes of my characters, I've written many stories -- that of my friends, my family, and many from myself.
The second realisation was also a bit of a fluke. I noticed myself writing in a very lyrical and off-beat descriptive prose, describing the taste of music and the colour of sadness. I thought I was going mad.
Absolutely. Raving. Mad.
A quick google search confirmed that I was writing about synesthesia, and that's the moment I fell in love with Josef and the story. From then on, I knew my story was unique, and I had to share it.
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