Wow—what a stunning and deeply moving post. I’m so sorry you had to endure the heartbreak of stillbirth.
After falling in love with Written in the Stars, I was eagerly awaiting any news of your next book. It makes so much sense now why you stepped away—I often wondered where you had “disappeared” to. I completely understand why writing was impossible during such an unimaginably difficult time.
Thank you for sharing your story with such grace and honesty. I'm looking forward to reading This Wasn't Ment to Happen.
Thank you so much for this incredibly kind and thoughtful message - it truly means the world to me. I'm so touched that you connected with Written in the Stars, and even more grateful that you’ve stuck around, wondering where I’d gone.
I had no words for such a long time and when they finally came, they arrived slowly, painfully, but with purpose. This Wasn’t Meant to Happen is a novel that emerged from that silence, from everything I couldn't say back then. It’s not my story, but it carries the weight of my love for Poppy, the ache of that grief, but transformed into something (I hope) that's heartbreaking, but also beautiful.
Thank you again for reading and for waiting for this next chapter. It means more than I can ever say.
Wow—what a stunning and deeply moving post. I’m so sorry you had to endure the heartbreak of stillbirth.
After falling in love with Written in the Stars, I was eagerly awaiting any news of your next book. It makes so much sense now why you stepped away—I often wondered where you had “disappeared” to. I completely understand why writing was impossible during such an unimaginably difficult time.
Thank you for sharing your story with such grace and honesty. I'm looking forward to reading This Wasn't Ment to Happen.
Dear Isabell,
Thank you so much for this incredibly kind and thoughtful message - it truly means the world to me. I'm so touched that you connected with Written in the Stars, and even more grateful that you’ve stuck around, wondering where I’d gone.
I had no words for such a long time and when they finally came, they arrived slowly, painfully, but with purpose. This Wasn’t Meant to Happen is a novel that emerged from that silence, from everything I couldn't say back then. It’s not my story, but it carries the weight of my love for Poppy, the ache of that grief, but transformed into something (I hope) that's heartbreaking, but also beautiful.
Thank you again for reading and for waiting for this next chapter. It means more than I can ever say.
With love,
Ali 💛