My Story
"Ad Astra Per Aspera"
Introduction​
Hi everyone! My name is Alexandra, or A.D. Tarter, but you can call me Lexi. I'm the author of Spectre of the Stars, which I wrote at 16 and published a year later in June 2023. The truth is, I never planned to write a novel. One page turned into another, and the next thing I knew, I had drafted the first half of my novel. At that point, I needed to continue writing to complete a story that I had started, and the short story that had once been a medium to practice creative writing transformed into a full-fledged novel. Although it still has its flaws, as anything completed in one's teenage years does, I consider Spectre of the Stars to be my first real, impressive work of art. The completion and publishing of it ignited a chain reaction that I doubt will ever extinguish, where I plan on telling stories until my brain can no longer function. ​​​
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At My Core
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I am a humanities girl. Math and science are fascinating to some people, sure, but my interests lie more directly to emotions and experiences. If, for some strange reason, you'd like to listen to me ramble for hours, ask me about a new musical, movie, song, book, anything. I'd love to tell you my opinions on them. In fact, because I can and nobody is stopping me, I'll give you some favorites right now.​​​​​​ The individual stories in all of these different forms of media stretch and pull on my heartstrings, invoking emotions and thought that is necessary for my development as a human and my perception of life and empathy of others. But also, of course, they're enjoyable. They take us places, a sort of psychosis.
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I touched on my love for stories. But my other passion? Justice.

I know life is not fair. Going through life itself implies undeserved experiences. From a young age, though, you are deceived into believing that there is a higher power, (most likely a parent or a teacher) that will correct injustices and unfairness. However, as you grow older, the protectants of your life fail you. You learn that nothing, nobody or institution, will always correct wrongs committed against you or other innocents. You learn that your perception of "fair" is just that: a perception. Everything is flexible and undependable, even the law, the one mechanism that is "supposed" to be stone-set. As I grew older, the injustices I experienced and witnessed particularly stressed me, assumably much more than the average person. Almost every person, at one point in their life, has been f*cked over by another person because of status, power, ability, wealth. And that, simply put, pisses me off. I won't shrug off unfairness with a murmur of "whatever," but I'll go down screaming and kicking. I will not go gentle into that good night. I will fight this disease how I can, how I see it. Each injustice I witness only furthers my competition to right the wrongs. While I know life is not "fair," I will do everything in my power to get as close as possible.