11 years (and some months) ago, I began writing Jane's journey with that scene.
6 years ago, I released the first book in Jane's story.
1 year (and some months) ago, I released the new and (hopefully) definitive version of Book One.
In 11 years, it will be the year Jane starts fourth grade in The Timeline.
I have this uncanny ability to be deeply connected to so many points of time all at once. When I was a child, I felt like adult me stuck in a child's body. I called out for future me (Gina) to save me from the life I was living. But also, to remember, to save forever what was important to me then. I was only able to do one of the two. But oh, did I. More than I ever imagined at that time.
Now, I feel like I could blink and be back in school. Even though it's been half my life since I dropped out due to intense panic attacks. The things that happened back then still feel so fresh in my mind. And seeing the lives my former classmates are living - with relationships, kids, and careers - is often jolting to my core. How can things have changed so quickly for them and so slowly for me?
Sometimes, I feel like the life I've been living the past sixteen years is just a dream, not a life at all. At the same time, I feel like maybe I dreamed my former life. That it's just a story I created for myself.
"Was she dreaming? Or rather... which part was the dream?"