Sable Monroe

I planned to write this as a book first.

For a while, that was the idea. A manuscript. Chapters. Something finished and contained. But the more I wrote, the more I realized that what I was doing didn’t want to sit quietly on my phone or in a private app for months at a time. It wanted air. It wanted movement.

So I’m writing this publicly instead.

This space is a living memoir, published in essays. Some of the writing comes from my adolescence, roughly ages eleven to eighteen. Some of it comes from my life now, as an adult returning to school after a long absence, rebuilding structure, memory, and voice at the same time. I’ll move between those timelines as needed, because that’s how memory actually works.

I’m not writing toward a performance or a finished product right now. I’m writing toward clarity.

For a long time, I thought serious writing had to happen in isolation first, hidden away until it was “ready.” But I’m no longer interested in that model. Writing privately made the work feel stalled, even when I was producing pages. Writing publicly lets it exist while it’s still forming.

This is not branding.

It’s documentation.

Some pieces here will be reflective. Some will be narrative. Some will be uncomfortable. I’ll write about school, culture, dating, survival, memory, and the quiet mechanics of starting again later in life. Not everything will be linear. Not everything will be polished. But it will be honest.

If you’re reading this, you’re not expected to know the whole story yet. You’re arriving at the beginning of the telling.

I’ll publish new writing weekly.