Just kidding about that first part, I don’t drink fucking whiskey.
I’ve been in the final throes of editing for my most recent novel Breathless, A Fish Monster Romance, and I’ve been thinking a lot about what my writing means in the grander scheme of things in this world.
And I think that I’ve come to the conclusion that it doesn’t mean anything.
But not in a white-boy, philosophy-major, nihilist kind of way.
No, I mean it in a much more comforting, gentler way than all that.
I mean it in an I don’t need to write to appeal to the greater human consciousness through my writing kind of way because writing by definition already does that.
The very act of creation is an appeal to humanity. It’s rebellious. It’s healing. And it’s also connective when everything else divides. Even if all I’m writing about is a human woman falling into forbiden love with a weird man/creature/fish/monster.
So, maybe I don’t write my silly little romances with my silly little characters so that I can change the world and hearts and minds. Maybe I write my silly little romances with my silly little characters because the act of doing so is an end unto itself.
A way to fuel the already brigthened spark of an electric soul.
Because the alternative, is to extinguish.
If you want an abstract sneak peek about what Breathless is all about, you can check out my personal, inspo Pinterest Board linked below. Keep in mind, this mostly vibes with very little plot. If you’re a weirdo like me, maybe it’ll resonant.
Breathless - A Fish Monster Romance
I’m really excited to share this novel with you soon.
xoxo,
Cat