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Jeff B. White is the author of Shards of Hope & the Shards of Color Saga. Survivor, activist, and creator. Jeff uses his books to present the psychology of recovery through the lens of fantasy. He's here to give you a map into the light drawn by someone who survived the dark. <a href="https://findyourcolors.substack.com?utm_medium=podcast">findyourcolors.substack.com</a>

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May 14, 2026

Blush Born Midpoint Breakdown | Chapter 18 Colorful Revelations | Part One

Welcome to Find Your Colors!This is where I am building a conversation around the narrative of The Shards of Color Trilogy and more specifically the first book of this trilogy titled BLUSH BORN.I'm Jeff B. White and I am the writer and creator of these stories. Find Your Colors allows me to provide the breakdown of these chapters exploring the psychological concepts that are present within the narrative of BLUSH BORN, while also explaining how I created this world from my own personal story of struggle and survival.Last week I shared "Chapter 18 Colorful Revelations" and because of the sheer volume and length of that chapter, I decided it would be best to leave the breakdown for a separate episode.In the process of writing that breakdown I realized once I had completed it that it was 6,792 words. This would have activated all of the word limit issues and presented something that would have taken me two hours to record and would not be read by the 11 people who read my stuff.So I decided instead of doing that and sacrificing the valuable information that goes with this chapter, and because of the importance of this chapter, that I would break down the breakdowns. So that is what I have done. I am making this into a three-part sub-series that covers the three distinct points, the first one being culture and structures within the Colorista community as it compares to the rest of their world, and a brief look at some of the characters that were introduced. Later, I will be posting the second part that explores the real world inspiration behind the Rainbow King.Finally, I will be wrapping it up with the third part that explains the psychological foundations of the seven songs including the Rainbow King and Jethran's place in all of this. I'll also be making a special announcement that I'll get into later.This gives me time to still be able to provide content while I am working on my chapters that come after this.Hopefully, I will actually be building up a bank of content if I am able to win the battle against my inner saboteur who tells me that life would be more fun if I dedicate all of my time to working on my unpublishable manuscript that is based on a retelling of The Little Mermaid from the point of view of a sea witch named Octavia because Ursula is owned by the mouse with fat lawyers.The BreakdownIf you have been reading along and have already finished this chapter, you probably felt the shift in the air. Something fundamentally changes here. The story opens wider, and the emotional rules of the world become much clearer. The questions Jethran has been carrying since birth are brought into sharper focus while new and much larger questions begin to take shape.This is undoubtedly the most important chapter in BLUSH BORN and quite possibly the most important chapter in the whole series. It acts as the midpoint of the story and fundamentally alters the direction of the narrative. It serves as the exact moment when Jethran's understanding of the world and of himself deepens irreversibly.Everything that has happened to him up until this point begins to reorganize itself. His birth, his Blush, Collis and the forced pills, the Attention Necessity label, his mother's lullabies, the colors awakening within him, and the strange pull of the Seven Songs all come into conversation. He experiences a breakthrough, starting to believe that his mother knew far more about him than he ever realized.He currently lacks the proof, meaning the pieces are just now falling into place.One of the things that makes this story so much fun is that it takes him a long time to get the answers he has been seeking. Even these new questions may remain unanswered in this particular book.But before that happens, there will be drama.On Colorista Culture and Avoiding Real World AssociationsYou may have noticed a change in the story. I updated the name of the Coloristas, as well as their gendering.Within the culture of the Coloristas, the women are known as ristas, the children are called colorlings and also known as lings which is just the word for kids. While the men are known as colormen.I want to be 100% transparent and firm on this. This is not a reference to colored men or colored people. I’ve worked very hard on ensuring that the word colored is not even used in this entire narrative and across all three books. I don’t even say that when I’m describing something by its color.You will never read characters in my stories say that’s a yellow colored plant or say that that’s a blue colored shirt. They say that it’s the shade of or the hue of or it’s blue-hued or blue-shaded. They will describe something saying that it’s the color of.They also don’t say "of color" due to the racial gravity and weight that is applied to that term in the real world. Although the trilogy’s name is Shards of Color and that was an oversight that stared me in the face every single day that I wrote all of this without ever being seen.With that part aside, when we’re describing the world in the story we just use the phrase with color or about color. Because the world doesn’t suddenly become a world of color. The people who were once gray become people with color living in a world of vibrancy. They suddenly exist in a reality about color because color is physics and color is magic and color is reality.So while I do understand and anticipate some people reacting under the assumption that I'm placing real world racial terms into the story, I just want to be clear now that I'm actually working hard to do the exact opposite. The word colorman or colormen is actually taken directly from the world of Art History.Before pre-mixed paint in tubes existed, artists purchased raw pigments and mixed their own paints. Colormen took over this time-consuming task, grinding pigments with oils or binders, which allowed painters to focus more on creation.In another context, there is a term referred to as Farbenmensch. This is actually German for "color man" or "color person" and refers to an artist who thinks in color before line or composition. The German Expressionist Ernst Ludwig Kirchner used this term for himself.Further, while art history uses this to describe a person who is a supplier of pigments, it also can be used to describe a person who applies color in printing or a worker who mixes dyes.There are Coloristas in the story who when they are seen their fingertips are stained from the colors of the dyes that they’ve used and the pigments that they’ve used to color their weavings. Their entire society and culture and spiritual belief is based around the art of movement and around the threads and they see and feel and experience the world through the colors of their people. They are very well established as possessing a full cosmological relationship with the existence of color. And color is part of their actual racial name being that their race is Colorista.Before I did this I had already done very similar social linguistics and etymological creation of the other races that exist in the world. There are three races within this story. There are the Here of Evenhere, Silvarii, and Coloristas.First there are the Silvarii. Originally they were called fairies but I decided that was too regular for my story, so because they have silver skin I made them into silvari which is an Urdu term for silver. It's also Portuguese for woodland. So that word works on two levels describing this race.When I was coming up with their social linguistics and such I decided to just cut the word down the middle. I decided to name the women in their race Sils or sil. Their children, I decided to name sillies. It just felt really whimsical and seems like it would work for this group of people, plus because they are an extremely patriarchal society they treat children on the same level or less than they treat their females of their race. So that's why they call the children sillies, because it's just an extension of the women. However, the males carry an even darker undertone with their name.The men I named Varii. And I'll get further into this later but it allows for people in the Kingdom to hear that word and to mispronounce it and just start calling them fairies which becomes a derogatory term.Derogatory term but it's more just like a mispronunciation and the Silvarii took offense to it because it's not what they are. And while it is completely lost as to whether or not it actually was ever meant as derogatory it remains the fact that they deemed it derogatory and therefore it is. Because it doesn't matter what the intention is what matters is the outcome.Splitting the root word to reflect their patriarchal hierarchy is a highly effective worldbuilding technique. Designating the women as Sils and the children as sillies communicates their systemic oppression instantly. It establishes their societal value organically and bypasses heavy exposition.It’s simply the exact same path of naming these races in the story that I took with the Here. The men are called heremen, the children herelings. The women, who are deeply deeply oppressed in their society, are given the gender specific descriptor of wem. Which is partially utilized for the mental image of them being reduced to nothing but a womb. And that one of the very first laws that we experience in this culture is that they are deemed to be "in possession of the delicate female mind which is better suited for playing with the children until dinner time." And they are assigned a man to oversee their family if they have a child and they’re not married because they’re not deemed capable of managing their homes.Circling back, color men were instrumental in the development of new, brighter pigments, like chrome yellow and cobalt blue, for the Impressionists.Personally, I found that bit of information to be utterly fascinating. I utilize those exact terms in this book. Jethran possesses his blue magic that manifests as a cobalt blue mist. So this work wouldn't even be possible if it weren't for the work done by the color man and the color men years ago. That they are used to describe the male Coloristas shows that this term is based in real world architecture, outside of racial connotations.This means that the use of that term in the story allows me to honor the work that was done by those men by codifying their very existence into the fabric of the world within the story that benefits from the work they did in our world.Find Your Colors is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.Easter Eggs and Character NamingAlong with the update to the cultural linguistics, there is another small Easter egg that I just put in this chapter.Sometimes I think naming my characters has been one of my favorite parts, I think it's all my favorite part honestly, but dealing with a narrative where the story is so deeply rooted around the color it presents me with some cool opportunities.Of course I'm talking about the family that Fable and Jethran were having dinner with before they went to the Hall of Tapestries. This specific scene serves a few purposes in that it was an opportunity to show Jethran for the first time in the story actually feeling comfortable and relaxed. Being calm and learning to breathe for the first time without the crushing weight of the oppression and the fear that had been facing his entire life. One very important moment came when he was watching Yola's kids. He saw them playing and enjoying themselves and he kind of not in the narrative but it was kind of as if he thought, "Aw that's nice why aren't they at work?"Because he's only 16 years old but he's had a full-time job at this point for the last six years because of the Ling Labor Law that demands people above the age of ten work to be able to pay for the burden of their upbringing. When Cray tells him that they are only small splashes of color and their only duty is to enjoy their childhood. This very concept is completely foreign to him.The reason that this scene matters so much is because, as the book moves into the more whimsical and happier parts of the story it's important to continue reminding the reader of exactly the stuff that he's come from and how far he's come in the very short amount of time. Also, he is about to have his life completely flipped upside down in just a few moments and so it was necessary to have him have a moment of peace and exhale.But another crucial thing about this scene is the actual characters of Yola and her children and her husband Cray. Because you know... Crayola. The Coloristas are a culture based solely around color and so I get to play with giving them names that align with that way of life but, also sound completely like an actual character in a fantasy story.As for the children of Yola, they remained unnamed in this chapter. While I won't reveal it here today, we do actually encounter Yola's children twenty years later in the story and at that point in time we learn their names. When it happens, it's a moment that shows that the history of this world is built-in and it's a living and breathing place that existed long before we came along. Also this shows that within this narrative is life and that life continues living on even between books, not just for the main characters but for the whole Kingdom of Evenhere.What all of this is really trying to show and what I'm trying to say is that this is more than just a regular fantasy story with a boy doing some stuff and being a hero and whatnot. There is a living and breathing world of people to meet. Each person offers a distinct purpose throughout the course of these stories. There are even people who you see in the story and you think they're just like an extra or just somebody that's filling up some narrative device at that moment and then you find out later that they have a whole other level of importance. And there's pretty much no one who is mentioned or steps onto these pages who would be considered an NPC.Nothing that I do in the story is done with a sense of flippancy or with a lack of intentioned purpose and designed thought. It's important to me that they feel real and that they feel lived in, and mostly that whatever their purpose is in the story, that it's served in a way that lands with the reader leaving them entertained, educated, and seen.What's Next?Next time, I am going to present Part 2 of this breakdown where I will dive into the real world origins of the Rainbow King, my personal experiences as an LGBTQ activist that inspired the title, and the deeply personal inspirations behind the Colorista magic system.After that, will be part 3 where I will discuss the psychological foundations of the Rainbow King and the rest of the Seven Songs. And with that breakdown I will be making an announcement about the future of Find Your Colors. So you're not going to want to miss that!Let's Discuss!Jethran finally finds a moment to relax and to calm himself. After an entire lifetime holding his breath it's a beautiful moment for him.Do you know what it's like to have to go through your life unable to exhale because of all the nonsense?How did you finally reach a point when you were able to release it?How long have you been holding your breath?Are you clenching your jaw right now? Is your tongue pressed against the top of your mouth?If it is, why don't you go ahead loosen that s**t up and take a breath.Better?Maybe you've caught every episode of this or you've just got a chapter here and there or maybe you just tuned in for this specific breakdown. But now that we've reached this Midway point in the story there are some things that I'm curious about. I've discussed quite a bit of background information and narrative lore, a lot of it's been extremely personal, but vital to actually explaining the story.Do you feel that the narrative probably captures the real world aspects that I've described them to be representing?If you have been reading along with this, what do you think so far?How does the story land with you?Who's your favorite character?What are your thoughts?I would really love to know.Feel free to answer these questions in the comments section below or take them with you as you go.Read the Story Behind the StoryChapters 1, 2, and 3 of my memoir Shards of Hope A Tweaker Witch's Journey are all available to read for free right now on my website! If you're interested in exploring the true story that inspired the emotional journey of BLUSH BORN, head over and check them out.While you're there go ahead and join the email list so you can get updates about my publishing journey and other bonus content that is exclusive to my mailing list.All of that is available at <a target="_blank" href="https://www.jeffbwhite.com">www.jeffbwhite.com</a>Subscribe Today!Find Your Colors is a reader-supported publication and a listener-supported podcast. It is through the support of my subscribers that I am able to continue writing and sharing my stories with the world. If you've enjoyed what you've read here, please consider joining as a free or paid subscriber. And click this button for 25% off for your first year.If you prefer to listen, make sure to check out the podcast version featuring other content along with breakdowns on Spotify YouTube podcast and Apple Podcasts. Click the button below to join the conversation on Spotify.As always, if you read this all the way to the end or if you listened all the way through you are absolutely my hero.Thank you for allowing me the time out of your day, and the space in your brain, to share my story and introduce Jethran to the world. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://findyourcolors.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2">findyourcolors.substack.com/subscribe</a>

May 7, 2026

Blush Born Chapter 18 Colorful Revelations

Welcome to Find Your Colors!This is the publication and podcast where we are discussing The Shards Of Color Trilogy and more specifically the first book in that trilogy titled BLUSH BORN. I am Jeff B. White and I am the writer and creator of these stories. Find Your Colors allows me to provide breakdowns exploring the psychological concepts that are present in the narrative of BLUSH BORN. As well I explain how I translated my memoir into this dark fairy tale. The first three chapters of my memoir Shards Of Hope A Tweaker Witch's Journey is available now exclusively on my website where you can truly dive into all of my work. Just go to <a target="_blank" href="https://www.jeffbwhite.com">www.jeffbwhite.com</a> and look around, read, and sign up for my email list.We're at the Midway! We have reached “Chapter 18 Colorful Revelations.” This is the midway point of the story, y'all! I am so excited that we've get this far. I wasn't sure I would get this far. This is the longest chapter in the book has a lot happening and is obviously the home of the midpoint shift so there will be no breakdown provided with this chapter. It will be sent out separately later in your inboxes. So keep an eye out for that in and let's go ahead and get started.Chapter 18 Colorful RevelationsThe gray light of the afternoon sun cast soft shadows across the Whispering Grove.Jethran and Fable had spent hours immersing themselves in the quiet rhythms of the Colorista community. They shared a simple meal of roasted root meat and sweet burgundy fruit with a young rista named Yola and her husband Cray. Jethran and Fable those watched as Yola’s colorlings played a game that involved chasing the shimmering threads that danced in the air around them.“It’s… It’s midday, don’t your lings need to be preparing for work?” Jethran asked as he enjoyed the feast.Yola stopped and looked at her lings, then at her husband. They looked back at Jethran smiling. “They are only but small splashes of color,” Cray said. The colorman looked at his colorlings as he laughed deeply. “They only have the duty of enjoying the freedom of youth until the time comes when they will begin weaving like the rest of us.”Jethran couldn’t imagine the concept of enjoying the freedom of youth. He took a bite of root meat as he thought of the years said he had spent working in the rock sorting facility.Fable had initially been wary of this place. Even he soon found himself charmed by the open display of feeling.“This place is nothing like the village where I spent my youth,” Fable clarified, his voice loud in the carved tree hut. “Living with color and freely enjoying emotion. Oh, sugar! The Silvarii Eldrus would be singing lullabies of calming and correction.”Jethran took a sip of the delicious seven-shaded hueberry juice Yola had made. He turned to Fable, a look of serenity falling upon his face.“The last thing I need in this place is calming,” Jethran said, a new realization settling over him. “I’ve never felt so calm. I don’t feel like I’m a Flaw here. I feel normal, as if I belong. I feel like I’m at home, for the first time. I feel like I’m just… Jethran.”The weight he had carried for so long was lifting. The pulse of shame that haunted him began to dissipate in the vibrant air. He found himself breathing deeper, the air itself feeling richer, fuller. For the first time, his lungs were drawing in the full spectrum of what it meant to be alive.He watched the colorlings, their faces alight with joy. Their very beings a celebration of the color he had been taught to hide.“Well, you’re not,” Yola chimed. “You’re not a Flaw, Jethran. You’re so many things but a flaw… Jethran… you are the…”“The what?” Jethran asked.Just then Winley Knowles approached them. Her hair shifting to a rich chartreuse as she interrupted.“Yola,” she said calmly but with an authoritative tone. “I believe I heard Sycamore request that you help him with the looming.”Jethran watched Yola as the rista quieted herself quickly and departed. He then looked at Winley with a questioning expression.“Young Frye, come with me,” Winley said, her voice left no room for argument. “There’s something important I need you to see.”Jethran scanned the area for Fable and found him holding court surrounded by a group of captivated colorlings. His nickel skin shimmered in the light of the glowing mushrooms on the nearby trees. Yola’s lings were sitting with him braiding his hair as he told them a story.Jethran watched for a moment, a wave of genuine admiration washing over him. Fable’s charm was an effortless force. Seeing him so completely in his element, holding an audience captive with nothing but a story and the mischievous glint in his pewter eyes, it brought a smile to Jethran’s face.“…and if you listen, I bet you can still hear it clunking around in there,” Fable said, his voice carrying across the quiet clearing. He then stood and swayed the bottom half of his body back and forth, as if he were a bell.“Fable, we have to go with Winley,” Jethran called, walking over and gently tugging him away from his small audience.“I’m not even going to ask what that story was about,” Jethran said as they walked away.“Oh? Just a silvarii story from my youth,” Fable retorted with a grin and a wink, dusting off his tunic.They met back with Winley Knowles, who escorted them deeper into the oldest part of the central tree. They found themselves in a circular chamber that seemed to pulse with an ancient power. Her hair was now the vibrant yellow of freshly cut grass. Fable noticeably rolled his eyes. The walls of this place were woven from what looked like pure starlight, threaded with fibers that pulsed with soft, internal light.“This is the Hall of Tapestries,” Winley said as Fable scoffed at her hair, which was now a subdued dark azure. “It’s ancient and sacred. The walls hold the Tapestries of Time. Each one depicting a pivotal moment in the histories.”“Histories?” Jethran questioned her. “There’s only one history.”Winley offered a smile. “Oh, but there are many histories. The history of the past and the histories of the future. Even now this is the history of the moment.” Fable scratched his head as he and Jethran looked at each other with confusion. For Jethran, there was an inexplicable familiarity to these tapestries.“The style of the weaving,” he whispered. “The way the threads intertwine, reminds me of the old blanket my mother used to wrap around me.”“These are no mere blankets, sweet boy,” Winley began, her voice reverent. “They are the true record of all that has been and all that has yet to be. All the histories are interwoven. They rely on each other, existing in their own space as well as in each other’s. The essence of these moments are captured in living threads. It is the legacy of who the Coloristas are. And... of who you are, Jethran.”She walked along the curved wall, her hand whisking a shimmering image.“Who are they?” Jethran asked.“Who is he?” Fable asked, pointing at Jethran.“One answer at a time,” Winley said. “The Coloristas are the stewards of Tapestries. We guard over them, we tend them, and we preserve them. Ours is the magic of time. We protect the histories. So that the histories that have been lived can inform the history that is being lived now. By doing this, the history that has yet to be is met with understanding.”Jethran looked into the Hall, curious if his history was somehow woven into this place. “Who is it that created them?” Jethran asked.Winley raised her hand, directing the two of them to follow. “The Seven Songs, the ancient Hues of Feeling, each Song was an emotion woven from the notes.”Fable bristled. His tradition had taught different stories. “No. The notes hummed the Seven Songs. That’s how they created the Pure Melody.”As Jethran stepped closer to the wall, a low beat seemed to emanate from the threads, a song that resonated with the pulsing power that stirred within him. The air grew thick, the pressure changing as if before a storm.The first tapestry, depicting a bustling market, began to shimmer. The woven figures, once static, began to move with a ghostly grace. The threads of light pulsed and shifted, playing out the scene before their eyes. Jethran could almost smell the scent of baked bread and hear the distant murmur of a woven crowd.Fable and Winley both stepped back in shock. Fable gasped, his wings giving a startled flutter.“What is this magic?” the Silvarii demanded.“It is not magic,” Winley said with an untempered awe. “It is the embrace of truth, memory, and grace. Transcending time, accepting that hope has found its way to Evenhere. It... it is responding to him.”The moving pattern depicted a merchant, his face worried, as he held a basket of bread. A Colorista, approached him, as a wave of azure light emanated from the merchant, revealing his hidden fear of not having prepared the bread properly for sale. The Colorista gently touched his arm, and the blue mist softened, replaced by a confident emerald, and the merchant was soothed. He headed to the marketplace where he sold all of his bread.“A display of emotional excess. Uncontrolled,” Fable scoffed. The old lessons of his people ringing. “Our proverbs warn against such things.”“No. That’s a display of truth,” Winley corrected gently, her hair shifting to a warm, emerald green. “Is it excess to show a doubting hereman the truth of bounty he holds in his hands? That is the power that comes from grace. She was Midgelle, the Lightgiver. She helped him see his worth.”Jethran felt a jolt, a powerful truth pulsing within the vibrant emerald of the tapestry. It was a color he did not yet possess. He felt a similar pull to the next tapestry, which depicted a family quarrel.As he approached, it too came to life. A father, his face tight with frustration, emanated a dull, angry aureolin. His child, cowering, was shrouded in a faint, transparent tangerine. A Colorista stepped between them, radiating a vibrant cobalt. As the deep blue touched the father, his aureolin softened, and the child’s tangerine glowed with a bright hue.“This the myth of Muralis the Listener,” Winley said, her hair now a calm, cerulean.“More chaos,” Fable grumbled, though with less conviction this time, his worldview being pressed. “The ancient texts of the Pure Melody speak of the dangers of such interference.”“Fable, the father’s rage was transformed. The child’s fear was allowed to shine forth,” Winley corrected, her tone a blend of serene authority and deep, ancient sadness. “Harmony is not the absence of emotion, little Silvarii. It is understanding its composition. Tell me, do your ancient texts speak of a truth that is found in hiding?”“Muralis,” Jethran breathed the name. “I’ve met her. Fable, the mist... My mist. It’s from Muralis.”Both Winley and Fable stopped and looked at him. She was enamored that he spoke of her so intimately. That he held her power. Jethran noticed the tears in her eyes as her hair turned a deep cobalt.Jethran then felt a second jolt, even stronger than the first. A cool, golden-apricot hue. He hadn’t yet experienced it, and now he realized this was a second color he’d never encountered.He glanced at his hand, a faint inner ring still open, awaiting a new color, a physical and emotional sensation connecting the abstract history to the empty space in his own Blush. It felt like a missing note in a familiar song, he had been searching for his entire life.They came to a large tapestry, a riot of color that depicted an entire era. As Jethran drew near, the wall exploded with silent life. Figures danced and sang, embracing and laughing, weeping openly as their tears watered colorful flowers at their feet. It was a symphony of pure feeling.“The Age of Chaos,” Fable breathed, the words an horrified reaction.“The Age of Songs,” Winley turned her gaze to him, her eyes soft with a profound pity. “Look closer, Fable. Does that look like pain to you, or does it look like a celebration? The histories you were taught were written by the one who hunted and burned my people during the Color Raids.”Fable looked again, truly looked, and saw the joy, the grief, the unrestrained life woven into every thread.“But... why?” he asked, his voice full of anguish. “Why would our world forget something so beautiful?”“Because the Uncrowned One is a demagogue of dust,” Winley said, her hair turning black. “He did not rise to power with an army, but with a whisper. He told the people their vibrant emotions led to chaos. He promised them a better, more orderly way. And those who feared their own feelings, the ones who would become the Big Aughts, they listened.”“They created a world so profoundly lonely that people learned to fear any deviation,” Winley continued. “Laughter became muted. Grief became a private shame. And love... love became a utilitarian bond, stripped of its wild color.”“It is why we protect these Tapestries. Why we guard the histories that were woven by the Seven Songs,” Winley said, her voice a low, confident hum. She paused, gesturing to the final, radiant tapestry that dominated the hall.Fable couldn’t stand it any longer. His voice cracked as he defended the truth as it had been written since the first Silvarii fluttered their wings in tune with the Hum.“Oh, sugar! Stop it! The Songs did not weave! They hummed. You can't just keep saying that like it's true! What you are saying is heresy!”Winley looked at Fable softly. “That is a thread outside the Pattern, a falsity woven into belief, little varii.”Listening to Fable and Winley debate, Jethran finally interjected. He asked such a simple question that carried with it such weight.“Isn’t a song nothing more than a pattern of hummed notes woven into a melody?” He paused, a new clarity dawning. “But they all have a beat. A rhythm... A pulse. It’s the Living Pulse. That... that’s what connects them.”Both the Silvarii and the Colorista stood, silent and stunned. It sounded like blasphemy, but it felt like the truth.Winley gathered her composure as she moved the curtain towards another branch of the Hall. “What you have seen so far has shown you the history of what has been. But there are others. They are the histories that have yet to be. These are woven by all Seven Songs in harmony. The tapestry you’re about to see is the Final Pattern. Jethran, it is the reason you are here.”She looked at Jethran, her gaze holding a awe and reverence. Jethran could feel a Pulse of sadness and immense joy all at once within her.“How can this be the reason?” Fable asked, cutting through the mystical pronouncement. “I was the one who suggested we…” the Silvarii stammered as his mind was drifting in a swirl of confusion. “How could a tapestry have… I'm the one who I said we should find this place… I'm not a weave.”Winley’s gaze softened, her voice dropping to a near whisper. “You misunderstand, little varii. I do not mean it is the reason he is here, in this Grove.” She turned back to Jethran, placing a gentle hand over his heart. “I mean it is the reason you were born, Jethran.”This was by far the largest of the tapestries, and despite its stillness, it shimmered with a kaleidoscopic array of all seven colors, radiating outwards from a central figure. The figure was a king. His face was serene, but powerful. His skin was a soft pinkish gold. He bore magnificent feathered wings, each colorful feather pulsing in waves. And as Jethran looked closer, his breath hitched.The King in this tapestry looked nearly identical to Jethran, a version of himself touched by age and wisdom. The hair was longer and of multiple shades, the same firm jaw, the same shape of eyes. It was impossible, and yet, undeniably true.Fable stepped forward, his eyes at first squinted as he peered into the tapestry. Then they widened. He looked at Jethran, then back at the image, then back to Jethran. Fable stumbled backward until the woven wall caught his weight. The foundation of his entire life was crumbling around him. He stared at Jethran. The Blush was not a flaw, not a curse. It was a vibrant, defiant song that had refused to be silenced. A song that was sung by a boy who refused to disappear.Lies, Fable thought, the word dismantling his inner truth. My whole life... a lie. The stories, the laws, the traditions of my home... they were chains held by a lock that kept the truth prisoner. And Jethran is the key.In that moment, the boy in front of him ceased to be just a friend he was travelling with. He was history. He was hope. He was the beautiful truth. It wasn’t the now baseless traditions that needed to be held despite everything. It was his friend who, at all costs, must be protected. No matter what. The weight of it all pressed down, until Fable felt his entire world itself had been shattered and remade. A divine purpose washed over him. He would follow Jethran to the seven edges of the Evenhere if he had to. He would guard this beautiful creature and protect Jethran with his life.Jethran, feeling an undeniable pull, stepped forward and placed his hand on the fabric. The moment his fingers made contact, he felt a dizzying sense of duality. It was as if he were both himself and someone else, a doubled pulse echoing in the depths of his spirit.The air in the hall cracked, the light from the woven stars intensifying. The very threads of the tapestry itself began to dissolve. The light fractured into glowing Spectras. Jethran then saw through the tapestry, as if looking through a window in space. He saw them.A living figure turned their head. One eye, a vibrant pink, the other a deep emerald, looked directly at him. The figure smiled, briefly looking past Jethran to see Fable behind him. Their gaze then fell upon Jethran, and with a deep warmth that altered Jethran on a level he couldn’t quite explain. Jethran realized the being could see him, they were smiling at Jethran so he returned the smile. And then they spoke as if speaking across a cavernous distance.“I’m beautiful,” they said.The entire tapestry blazed with an overwhelming brilliance in response. He stood in stunned silence, his mind struggling to process the impossible sight of his own face, a mirror image of his destiny, looking right back at him. The tapestry then returned to its original scene, but now hummed and shimmered as the others. Jethran’s eyes begin to sparkle with a bright new hue.He saw the magnificent wings of the Rainbow King as they slowly moved back and forth. He saw a beautiful beam of multismatic light shot from the central image, landing on a nearby Citizen of the Gray. The moment that the light landed on the gray citizen, their entire appearance changed into a beautiful person the color of magenta.Winley’s voice, now steady and certain, broke the silence, her hair shifting through all the colors of the rainbow in a slow, hypnotic cascade.“The Songs have many names for this figure, little spark. The Restorer. The Song Who Sings. But the Coloristas who have guarded this promise, we have always known him by his true name.”She then turned her gaze, full of quiet power, directly to the boy, she placed her hands on her own heart. “We have always known him as Jethran.”Jethran reeled, the world tilting around him. It was a blueprint. His own face, his own name, woven into the fabric of time before he was even born. The word Flaw exploded into dust, leaving a vast emptiness that was instantly filled with the beautiful weight of destiny.He stumbled out of the room, desperate for air, his mind a torrent of disjointed discovery. Fable, numb with shock, followed instinctively.Jethran was frantic. A rapidfire of his entire life poured from him.“Collis,” Jethran sneered. “It wasn’t Attention Necessity... It was a box for what they couldn’t control...”Fable and Winley noticed his hair streaking in a new shade.“The pills...” He shouted. “A gray poison to mute a song before it could be sung!He turned around violently as he heard her... his mother… his mother’s words, echoing across the yearsI love your beautiful story.“She knew...” He whispered. “She had to know... she was protecting me. She was protecting the world’s hope.”Jethran’s eyes felt a new coolness that he ignored as the colors awakened within him.“She stood in the way... every lullaby... every time we stood… in that mirror together... everything that she...He spun around to face Fable, tears streaming down his face, but his expression was one of stunning and brilliant revelation. His blush pulsing with a new vibrancy.“It was never about the Rainbow King.” Jethran laughed as tears streamed freely from his eyes. “Don’t you see!? It was about… me,” he laughed with a boisterous and genuine burst from his spirit. “It was about who I am,” Jethran paused, he placed one hand on Fable’s shoulder and the other on Winley’s. “I am… the Blush Born King!”As the words left his lips, flecks of saffron in his eyes ignited. The weight of his profound acceptance acted as a mirror to the world, showing it what it is meant to be..A ginger color consumed his Blush entirely, filled the irises of his eyes, and washed through his hair, turning it a vibrant vermilion. It radiated from his palm and then erupted outwards in a concussive blast, a sound like infinite mirrors shattering into one another as it brought a new color into the world. As if every lie he had ever been told shattered with the releasing of this new shade of vibrancy.In the Whispering Grove, an expectant mother robin, with her deep cerulean feathered crest, found that the gray eggs in her nest had shifted to a warm tangerine. A jaybird transformed into a prismatic shade of burnt sienna. Just outside the Hall of Tapestries there was one last silver light. Beside it, hovering in the air, was one crimson light, one of aureolin, one of cobalt, and another of indigo.A Colorista in the distance yelled out. “Look! The sky!”Everyone suddenly looked upward as the stale slate of the sky itself seemed to melt away as it turned a soft peach that stretched to the horizon.Jethran turned, his own shock palpable as he took in the newly hued world. He gasped when he saw Fable.“You’re… you’ve changed color!” he said, a sense of responsibility washing over him. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to.”Though Fable’s tight curls were still sterling silver, his skin was now a beautiful shade of marigold, and his clothes were a vibrant saffron. A geometric segment of his magnificent wings had even adopted a warm amber hue.“Oh, sugar on a sandwich!” Fable said, marveling at himself. “Well, I suppose it’s my color now.” He grinned, a bit of his jovial self returning. “I like it! The ability to accept change makes us grow into better people. Right, Winley?”“It does add a bit of flair, doesn’t it?” Winley said. She stood smiling at them both, her hair now a matching shade of cool amber. Fable shot Winley a look, still unimpressed by her. He pointed towards her, then looked at Jethran and he asked, “This doesn’t mean I’m going to change color every seventeen seconds, does it?”The intense vibration of the new color calmed on Jethran’s body, settling into a mere fleck in each iris, making its place in the gray space that stood between the crimson and aureolin.Just as the other colors had done, it formed a new ring on the Blush of his cheeks and the palm of his hand. Strands of brilliant vermillion settled into his hair, a new thread in his personal tapestry.||What's Next?Now you’ve seen the moment when Jethran’s life is changed forever and the story begins down a path that leads both Jethran and Fable into a brand new world.This is a massive chapter with a lot of reveals and lore. The breakdown for this chapter will be hitting inboxes soon. It’s going to contain a breakdown on the real world history behind the Rainbow King and other ways that my life influenced this chapter. As well, it gives a look at the hidden Easter eggs in the world building that’s present in this chapter. And most importantly, it looks at the actual reality that Jethran is facing and how this narrative is fully subverting standard fantasy tropes.To my paid subscribers, keep your eye out for that as it will be popping up in your inbox very soon.Read the Full StoryOn my website, Chapters 1, 2, and 3 of my memoir Shards of Hope are all available free to read right now. So if you're interested in reading the full true story behind all of this, feel free to jump over there and explore the true story and a lot more. My story is not for everyone. So if you do read it and you don't like it that's okay. I didn't greatly enjoy living it so…Subscribe Today! Find Your Colors is a reader supported publication and listener supported podcast. It is through the support of my subscribers that I’m able to continue writing and sharing my stories with the world. If you’ve enjoyed what you’ve read here then please consider joining as a free or paid subscriber. I’m grateful for your support either way, so either click me the subscribe button below to join for free or click the button below to receive 25% off your first year as a thank you from me.As always if you read this all the way to the end or if you listened to it all the way through, then I just want to say you’re absolutely my hero and I want to thank you for allowing me the time out of your day and the space in your brain to share my story and introduce Jethran to the world. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit <a href="https://findyourcolors.substack.com/subscribe?utm_medium=podcast&utm_campaign=CTA_2">findyourcolors.substack.com/subscribe</a>

May 4, 2026

This is My Official Author Site Launch!!

Welcome to Find Your Colors!This is the publication and podcast where we are discussing the Shards of Color Trilogy and more specifically the first book of the trilogy titled BLUSH BORN. I am Jeff B. White and I am the writer and creator of these stories. Find Your Colors allows me to provide the full chapters of BLUSH BORN in a serialized format, along with breakdowns of the psychological concepts that are present within the narrative. I also explain how I translated my own story of struggle and survival into this dark fairy tale.Recap Previously, I shared “Chapter 17 Whispered Color” in which Jethran and Fable met Winley Knowles and the Coloristas. We saw Jethran finally find a place where he is accepted and sees that living in freedom is actually possible.We will pick back up with the narrative later this week. Today I have some exciting news to share, alongside a few thoughts about making it in the literary world and how we put ourselves out there as professionals.Growing and ShowingThe landscape of publishing shifted a long time ago and we're no longer in an era where a manuscript alone opens every door. Writing a great story remains the priority, but building a conversation around that story is what invites the people to stay.Through the building of a conversation around BLUSH BORN here on Substack, I have been able to secure a domain and I have built a new central hub for my work.Thank you to all of my subscribers who signed up for both monthly and yearly subscriptions. And especially, those of you who have signed up on the Prism Tier.You not only have allowed me to see what it feels like to start getting paid for my actual writing, but you've allowed the writing to pay for itself. That's massive! Substack has been a beautiful way for me to begin sharing the story behind the story, breaking down exactly what all went into crafting my series. Now my new site is providing me with the opportunity to share the full depth of what exists inside that story as I set myself on the path toward realizing my publishing goals.Having a dedicated author website remains absolutely crucial because your website acts as your true home base on the internet. It's the platform that you own entirely. While Substack is a powerful tool for content distribution, the personal website offers long-term stability, control, and searchability that third-party platforms simply cannot match.It's the perfect place for a permanent biography, a professional press kit, your book portfolio, or a “work with me” page. Those elements just feel clunky inside a standard newsletter feed.On your own website, you decide exactly how your work is presented. You can have full control over your design and overall feel. You get complete control over the brand and user experience. I have crafted a fully immersive experience that allows visitors to feel the weight of the narrative before you even start the first sentence. I've created a place where you can explore the full depth of the world that's been created in my stories. You can learn about the locations and discover the cast of characters. I'm building a section detailing the full magic systems and explaining the different cosmologies that go into the belief structures of my characters. There's even radio broadcasts that play the in-world news updates from the narrative, providing added details from the world itself to facilitate a deeper dive into the Kingdom of Evenhere.Quite possibly, my favorite feature about this new site is that I am able to share full chapters of my memoir with the world for the first time ever. These chapters will not be available anywhere else. Obviously, this is an extremely personal project for me and it was not easy to sit down and write about all the things that I have included in the memoir. It was important to me that I was allowed to have full ownership and full control over the ways in which it is shared and presented to potential readers. Having my own domain and my own site makes that ownership possible. So now instead of only telling my readers about my memoir, I finally get to show it to them. On my terms.Substack is fantastic and I’m not going anywhere any time soon. The fact remains that building a portfolio solely on rented land comes with risks that could be detrimental to your progress. Platforms can change their terms, they can increase their fees, or they can lock you out of your account which could erase thousands of subscribers or years of content. Your website ensures that you own your content, your subscriber data, and brand identity permanently. It serves as a permanent hub for your career, regardless of which social media platforms rise or fall. It also removes the dependence upon the algorithm whichever algorithm that is. We've all already experienced the Instagram algorithm crunch and we all know exactly how difficult it is to get properly seen by the people you're trying to reach on Facebook. Plus, not everyone is built for tiktok and not everyone wants to be posting videos of themselves all the time or relying on competition with the influencer crowd for clicks in order to ensure our careers get off the ground. One really big deal is that Substack has limited SEO optimization whereas content on your own website ranks much better on Google. This makes it easier for new readers to find you organically. Plus, a website allows you to structure evergreen content that brings in traffic for years. Newsletter posts, on the other hand, eventually get buried in inboxes. The website becomes a place where you can sell your books, merchandise, or services directly from your own site without sharing a commission. A dedicated website also lets you set up marketing funnels, like giving away a free story in exchange for an email address, which is much harder to execute on a newsletter platform. It's a Miley vs Hannah situation because you literally can have the best of both worlds. These platforms work perfectly together and the best approach is to treat them as complementary tools. You can use the website as your foundation and let Substack be the engine that drives the traffic and connection.Your website can house the archive and shop as the permanent place for your content and your books while serving as your main intake hub. While Substack is still there holding space as the newsletter and housing the community so you have easy access for updates, essays, and direct conversations. Personalized and Professional ValueThere's another extremely important reason why having dedicated author website is vital. The three key components to successfully becoming a published author are to have a great idea, a great story, and a platform. It used to be that you only had to have two of those. A great story and a great idea were fine even if you didn't have a platform. But, the days of that being true are seeming to be moving away. It's undeniable that the digital world has taken over everything and content creators are a dime a dozen. While there are still people who are able to get in the door without this, it is naive to still believe that having a professional digital footprint isn't a necessity. As the world continues to conduct more and more of its life and business in the online world it is slowly becoming more and more difficult to ensure that your work gets seen and is treated with the value that it deserves unless you place yourself in the market where the majority is existing.While having a dedicated author landing page does serve as a marketing tool and a place to directly sell your work, it also provides a point of presence in the digital world. Presence matters. From what I have come to learn, it matters a lot more today than it did only six months ago.Things have changed in the publishing world and not everyone is talking about it, but they are noticing it. Across the entire literary realm, agencies and publishing houses are closing and filing bankruptcy. Big publishing houses are having to eat the massive debt left behind by some of the smaller organizations, and that is causing a tightening of risk-taking in picking up new authors.It has always been that agents, editors, and publishers want to see that a new author they are interested in will be able to carry part of the load in getting the word out about their work. Now more than ever, that has gone from a bonus to an absolute necessity. We must show that we have the ability to attract, engage, and convert would-be readers into dedicated and active communities.If we want our work to be picked up and remembered, we have to show that we are invested in the presentation as much as the punctuation. We have to make it apparent that we can craft skilled prose and it is vital that we show that we are skilled pros. A dedicated site tells the industry and the reader that our work has merit and already has its own home. It shows the ones who need to see it that the author is ready to not only participate in the conversation, but that they have already started it.Plus, a really cool aspect of being able to acquire your own domain and website for the use of marketing and raising awareness around your work is that it comes with a business email that looks extremely professional. This obviously isn’t a necessity, as people get published every single day with just a regular Gmail account. That being said, it undeniably gives your queries and outreach that added punch that shows a level of professionalism that not all people have when they enter the conversation.For example, I was able to acquire colors@jeffbwhite.com which if you excuse me for saying this is completely badass and honestly has made me fully emotional. It's on brand. It's on theme. It's unexpected, but not in a way that is unprofessional. Personally, I believe it is a another layer of proof that I know what I'm doing and I'm acting with intention. Finally, and overall, this entire process is an act of validation you can provide to yourself. In my situation, it's testament to how far I've come in my life and how far I'm going to go. There's a scared little white boy right now back in the 1990’s Mississippi who would be so happy and impressed to see where I’ve brought us today. Everything else is… additive.But despite all of this, the fact remains that you can take the combination of all of these things together and still never get published or find your platform. In the same train of thought you could go out in the world without any one of these components and send one query letter and get picked up by an agent right then. If that happens, congratulations. But please don't tell me about it.This is all simply the nature of the career path that we have chosen. Real talk, I am so grateful to be a writer and to share my stories. I would not willingly choose to be doing anything else.🌈You can explore the immersive portal as you step into the Kingdom of Evenhere, meet its residents, and discover why emotional intelligence and radical vulnerability aren’t weaknesses. They are the most dangerous weapons in the spectrum. 🌈<a target="_blank" href="https://www.jeffbwhite.com">www.jeffbwhite.com</a>The True Story Behind the Fantasy The first chapter of my memoir is available now on my website and the following chapters are coming soon. So there's no turning back. Feel free to go begin the story now! I promise it is not your typical recovery story.<a target="_blank" href="https://jeffbwhite.com/shards-of-hope">Shards of Hope</a><a target="_blank" href="https://jeffbwhite.com/shards-of-hope">A Tweaker Witch's Journey</a> Let's Discuss* If you're a writer or an author have you created your site yet? * If you have, how has it helped you in raising your platform? * If you happen to be an agent, editor, or publisher what is it exactly that you're looking for when you go exploring the websites created by your potential clients?Feel free to answer these questions in the comment section below or take them with you as you go or email me about it at colors@jeffbwhite.comSubscribe TodayFind Your Colors is a reader supported publication and listener supported podcast. If you appreciate what you've read here today and you would like more or you're interested in following along as I drop my fantasy chapters, then please consider joining as a free or paid subscriber today. Free subscribers matter so much. They let me know that I am sharing a story that people want to read. By subscribing you'll get access to the chapters that are published here on Substack and any bonus content, like this essay, when it becomes available. Paid subscribers also matter. They let me know that they want to know more than just the story. By becoming a paid member, you can access all of the chapters as they are published along with all of the bonus content and access to the chapter breakdowns explaining the story behind the story.Prism Tier subscriptions are available for people who want to provide the level of support that ensures I cross the finish line and achieve the goals that I have regarding my work. I'm so proud and grateful for the subscribers who have chosen to join that level of support.They will receive: * The full Shards Collection audio library* Signed hardback copies of the full collection.* A place in the acknowledgment sections of all the books in my series.* And more…The support that I've received from my subscribers has allowed me to build my website and it's allowed me to acquire the cover art for my written books. All of my subscribers are allowing me to get closer and closer each day to finally publishing and printing my work. Any support that you're able to give is absolutely an honor and I cannot even express how much I appreciate each of you. Click below to receive 25% off for your first year as a thank you from me.Oops, My Colors Are On Everything Not only is Find Your Colors on Substack and <a target="_blank" href="https://www.jeffbwhite.com">jeffbwhite.com</a>, but also the Find Your Colors Podcast is available on Spotify, YouTube Podcasts, and now on Apple Podcasts. You can listen to the chapters and bonus content there. So click the button below or follow the links in the description to subscribe and follow so you never miss an episode.ThanksAs always if you read this all the way to the end or if you listened to this all the way through, then you are absolutely my hero and I just want to take a moment to say thank you for allowing me the time out of your day and the space in your brain to share my story with you. This is a public episode. 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