There is something to be said about the healing power of writing.

I’ve always toyed with the idea of writing a choose-your-own adventure romance. But I didn’t start writing Rollerskates & 3 a.m. Confessions until I needed to, back in 2022 (hey, that rhymed!). There was this “What If?” that had ended, and part of me felt like I needed to give it some proper resolution. Or perhaps give myself some closure. I think more than anything, though, I wanted to rewrite my mistakes into something more hopeful. Perhaps it was foolish, perhaps it was necessary – probably it was both.

Fast forward to June 2025, after a few times promoting the book, a couple of half-hearted posts about it, and countless frustrated nights forcing myself to write, I was just over it. The version of me who had started writing Rollerskates & 3 a.m. Confessions was so different than who I was trying to finish it. I still released it in July 2025, unfinished and uninspired.

For a long time, I felt embarrassed. Not only for my lack of properly finishing the book, but for even starting it in the first place. For ever thinking it was a good idea. I even took it off of KDP a while ago!

Now, however, I am back to being proud of it. I may re-release a revamped, less non-fictional version of the story one day. I might even post it here. But for now, I seek comfort in the fact that I did write a book once and it was cringe and flawed and naive – but it was and always will be wholly mine. The best and worst chapters, in more ways than one.

For now, here are some snippets from the original Rollerskates & 3 a.m. Confessions: