I'm sitting here, my coffee cup cold and thinking about "The Map of Forgotten Feelings." Not because I couldn't sleep tonight—no, that was the fridge. But because Elara Vance suddenly popped into my head: the archivist in this underground knowledge tower.
Remember her? The map that showed feelings and memories instead of places. That was a moment where I thought: Yeah, this is it. Not just a story about a woman and her past. But something that affects all of us—how we store, hide, and sometimes find feelings again.
I remember the scene in chapter seven where Elara first touches the map: “I lay my hand on the map, right where our first shared marks are—a place of hope and a new beginning." That moment really hit me back then. Not because it was romantic, but because I understood that feelings are also maps. They lead us somewhere—or show us the way back.
While I was writing the book, I often found myself caught between “I am brilliant” and “What on earth am I doing here?”. But that’s normal, right? Especially when you're writing a story so deep in your own soul. Elara is a bit like me — not literally, but the way she grapples with her memories is very much my thing.
And then those SVGs — "flowing rebellion" and "digital sunset". I made them later, but they somehow belong to the book. Like a visual echo of Elara's journey through the map of feelings. It’s as if we told a story together: the written and the visual.
I'm proud of "The Map of Forgotten Feelings". It’s a part of me that I brought into the world. And if you want to read it — yeah, feel free to do so. But not just for the story. But because it's a piece of me that I’m giving you.
Thanks for reading — and for the fact that you found me here at all.