I don't like the end of things, probably because I'm not good with goodbyes. The same holds true with stories. I dread the words THE END because I'm never ready for it to leave my mind. I think that's why I like writing so much. A story that I create will stick with me forever and ever amen. But when I read someone's else's book, well, I know at some point I'll have to say goodbye.

I finished editing Shy last night, which contains one of the most unique characters I've ever created. I love him, and the story, and setting it aside honestly makes me a little sad. I know I should pick up something else, find another way to occupy my thoughts, but I'm not necessarily ready for that. The whole point of writing is to feel something, and part of me doesn't want that to subside just yet. I don't know how else to explain it, but soon enough I'll be working on something new. That's just what I do...