In high school I used to carry around this ratty, beat up black and white composition notebook. Inside, I wrote about everything in an incoherent babble, which eventually cultivated into much more than I ever could have imagined.
Every day I wrote, it was my escape from my life. Writing filled many voids for me when I was young and the more I wrote, the less I felt alone. Writing was my refuge, my sunny day. I needed it more than water or fresh air.
Over time, life got in the way and I noticed I didn't write as much. I honestly just started taking my writing serious again. So much has happened while my pen and notebook lie on the shelf in my closet. I got a few degrees, traveled, lived a little, lost a lot of loved ones, cut all of my hair off, gained a lot of confidence, had a couple of amazing jobs, lived in a lot of different places, became a mom and cut all of my hair off again.
In retrospect I understand that I had to go through these things in order to become a better version of myself...a better writer. Now I don't write in a dusty old composition notebook in between classes and after school. I write by the light of the moon while my young son is asleep in his bed. I write about characters who face adversity but somehow manage to overcome it all. It's therapeutic to write about self-discovery, the newness of learning about life and about young love. In writing I can have as many do-overs as I possibly can dream of. It's important to me to help young girls identify with strong-minded girls who know how to follow their hearts without compromising their standards. I find a little piece of myself in every character I write about. From vulnerable Anna, who desperately lashes out to feel loved, to Gaby, whose roller-coaster of emotions journeys from a naive girl to a strong force to be reckoned with and everyone in between.
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Fifteen-year-old Gaby swore she’d always put books before boys. She could solve an algebraic expression faster than anyone in her class, play Bach’s Toccata and Fugue in D minor with better technique than her music teacher, but couldn’t tell her best friend Anna that she secretly adored her older brother, Josh.
?Gaby’s secret feelings tormented her for almost a year. Now that they were all going to be counselors at Camp Sesquahade for the summer, Gaby wondered how long she’d be able to keep her own secret.
Surrounded by temptation, she worries about shattering her good-girl image.
Will Gaby get through summer without falling victim to her furtive feelings? How can she be with Josh while standing firm on her values and morals?