Hello, and thank you for reading.
If you’d like to send a note, I’ve set up a dedicated email for readers:
I’d love to hear your stories. That said, writing Fatamorgana took time away from everything else—and now, I’m trying to mother, to live. For that reason, I may not always be able to respond to every message. But I will read them, and I’m grateful for each one.
I believe I wrote this book out of frustration—primarily at the system, but also at those around me, and at myself. The frustration came from a prolonged sense of complicity. I was part of the very system I questioned, and that realization wasn’t easy to live with. What made it worse was being surrounded by people who, even in private, refused to acknowledge the obvious. That silence only deepened the frustration.
The impulse to write was sudden, then became obvious, and eventually, impossible to resist. I think I was obsessed towards the end.
I hope I've articulated what often goes unspoken. I believe I've mapped the illusion, and now, there's no turning away.
—Sarah