After the emotional toll of her second abusive marriage, Cara Brookins sought solace in an unconventional project: building her own home. Turning to YouTube tutorials for guidance, she embarked on this daunting task as a means of recovery and providing a stable environment for her four children.
Despite financial constraints and skepticism from others, Brookins remained resolute in her decision to construct a new home from scratch. With determination and the assistance of her children, she tackled every aspect of the construction process, from laying the foundation to installing plumbing. The journey was filled with challenges and moments of doubt, but Brookins persisted, working tirelessly after school and into the night alongside her children. Their efforts culminated in the completion of a 3,500-square-foot house, which they named Inkwell Manor. This endeavor not only provided them with a roof over their heads but also served as a catalyst for Brookins’ writing career.
Reflecting on her experience, she emphasizes the importance of setting ambitious goals and persevering despite obstacles, encouraging others to take small steps toward their dreams and enlist support from those in need of healing. Through her memoir and novels, Brookins shares her remarkable story as a testament to the power of determination and resilience.
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