Leaking My Secret Book & Website personal archive: top secret book project excerpt

Hello babblers! So happy to see you here 🙂 Firstly if you haven’t heard this will babblings last month on substack as my website will be completed 12/1 (finally gave myself a deadline!) and the blog/podcast will be continuing there at babblings.net. If you are a current subscriber you’ll get early access starting 11/28 and will automatically be transferred to the new system so you don’t miss a thing! I’m super excited for you guys to experience babblings.net, I have so many writing/podcast ideas to come as well as creating a place where you can play games, interact with other babblers, and more 😉 If you have any website questions let me know!

Here’s a sneak peek at the website:

This weeks post was going to be a journal entry but I can’t find the particular one I was thinking, it must be in a journal in storage. So instead I decided to drop a snippet of the book I’ve been writing and ruminating on in my head for quite some time. This will be years in the making, as I have this idea for an epic that spans generations, loosely based on the lineage of women on my maternal side. Next week is the babblings pod with a new episode all about everyone’s fear of aging, current events, and who knows what else I’ll babble about.

Without further ado, the first paragraph of my TOP SECRET writing project:

Prologue (2060)

I never hated hospitals. Despite all the time I spent in them, I never associated them with the death and disease that always seemed to infiltrate my life. This was actually a safe space, the place that might just make you feel better. If something happened you were in the perfect place to get treated, they’re easy to navigate, and above all else timeless, like an airport. One hour feels the same as eight. The pressure of life outside those white walls doesn’t exist. No deadlines, or to do lists, or messages to respond to. Which is better than the most expensive white noise machine you can buy for a person with anxiety. But today, I hated hospitals. “What are you thinking?” Michael asked. “How much I love hospitals” I replied with a smirk. He smiled that devastating smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes and went back to pretending to watch “Charmed” reruns on the TV. Another thing I hated, when he hid from me. I closed my eyes and focused on his thumb rubbing circles gently on my palm, reminding me of my mom. God I missed my mom, she’d know exactly what to say to me right now. She knew every molecule that made up my DNA. If only she could fix this. I hated that she couldn’t, but I hated the fact that I couldn’t fix it the most. “Look at me” I said. Keeping his chin on the hospital bed railing, Michael tilted his big, round, brown eyes up to me. “You know it’s never over.” For a moment he just stared back at me, like he was yet again memorizing exactly how I was in that moment. Then ever so gently he brought my hand to his mouth and placed the most delicate kiss on my ring finger. “Never” he responded.

Okay thoughts???? Are we intrigued, are we bored? Let me know!

xoxo,

Ali Ann