Welcome to my safe space

Hello and welcome to A Girl and a Keyboard—a place that I’ve dreamed of creating for so long, yet never truly believed I could. And yet, here we are. My heart is a little nervous, my fingers are trembling as they type this first sentence, and there’s a quiet hope that you’ll feel something—anything—as you read these words.

Let me take you on a small journey into the heart of why this blog exists and what it means to me. A Girl and a Keyboardis a space where I can finally be myself, raw and unfiltered, in a way that I never thought I could before. It’s the beginning of a journey—both as a writer and as someone who’s learning to embrace their own voice. The journey of writing, of sharing pieces of my heart through words, is one I’ve put off for so long. Part of me always feared that I wasn’t ready, that I wasn’t good enough, that my voice didn’t matter. It’s funny, isn’t it? How we can believe in the beauty of stories, in the magic that books hold, yet sometimes not believe in our own story. But here I am, telling you my story—one word at a time.

I’ve been a reader my whole life. Books have been my escape, my comfort, my constant companion. There is something so comforting about being able to lose yourself in someone else’s world—whether it’s the timeless elegance of Jane Austen’s characters or the adrenaline-pumping intensity of Sarah J. Maas’s worlds. The magic of literature has always been there, lifting me up when I needed it most. It’s why I can never quite put a book down, why I dive into the next chapter even when I have a thousand things to do. It’s why I connect so deeply to the characters who fight for their happily ever afters, for the protagonists who carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. Their struggles feel so real to me. Their victories, so sweet. I’ve read countless books that have left an imprint on my soul, but even more than that, I’ve dreamed of writing my own. I’ve wanted to bring my own worlds to life, to share my own characters’ stories.

But for a long time, I didn’t think I could. I didn’t think I had the talent, the skill, or the courage to make something real from the stories in my head. I thought that perhaps my words wouldn’t matter, that no one would ever want to read them. So, I kept them inside. I wrote them in notebooks, in half-finished drafts, in journals. I kept them hidden away where no one could see them. But here’s the thing—over time, I realized that I was afraid of writing because I was afraid of failing. But I’ve learned that failing is part of the process. It’s part of the journey. And now, I’m learning to embrace the messy, imperfect, emotional experience of writing. The journey of allowing myself to write, to fail, to succeed, and to grow. And so, this blog is my declaration to myself and to the world: I am here. I am ready.

This is where I’ll share my dreams of writing—of crafting characters who feel real, of creating stories that I hope will resonate with others. This is where I’ll document my process, my struggles, my little victories. It’s where I’ll talk about the books I love, the ones that shaped me into who I am today, and the ones I continue to devour in my never-ending quest for new worlds to explore. You’ll find reviews, recommendations, reflections, and so much more. You’ll find me digging into the worlds of Sarah J. Maas, Jennifer L. Armentrout, Rebecca Yarros, and others who have made a mark on my heart. You’ll find me diving into the emotional depth of Jane Austen’s writing, learning from the timelessness of her characters. This blog will be my space to not only talk about the stories that have inspired me but to share my own journey as I try to create new ones.

But this space will be more than just about books. It will be about vulnerability. About allowing myself to feel deeply and be unafraid to share those feelings. It will be a place where I’ll write about my journey as a writer—not just about the highs but the lows too. The moments of doubt, the moments of frustration, the moments when I want to give up because the words won’t come. But also the moments of triumph, the times when I finally finish a chapter, when I write something that makes me feel like I’ve touched something real, something true. It will be a place where I can share not just the words I write but the pieces of my heart that they hold.

There are days when I feel like I am not enough. When I look at other writers and feel like my work doesn’t measure up. But this space, this blog, is where I can remind myself that it’s okay to be imperfect. It’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to make mistakes. Because that’s how we grow. That’s how we create. That’s how we write. And one day, I hope to look back at this post and see how far I’ve come, how much I’ve learned, and how much I’ve grown.

Thank you for being here. For reading these words. For being part of this journey. Whether you’re here because you love the same books, or because you’re also on a creative journey of your own, I hope you’ll join me as I embark on this adventure. I may not have all the answers yet, but I’m ready to find them. One keystroke at a time.

Here’s to the future. To the dreams we’re chasing. To the stories we’ll tell. And to the courage to finally write them down.