So I finished another novella tonight. This one will probably end up being my second published book — and that’s awesome. I’m proud of that.

But here’s the thing… when I’m deep in writing mode, these characters don’t just live on the page. They live in my head. I feel what they feel — their highs, their lows, their little victories, and their heartbreaks. So when I finally type those two words, “The End,” it feels like losing someone.

They stop living in my mind because now they live on paper, and that’s beautiful… but it’s also a kind of goodbye.

Tonight, I wrapped up a story and didn’t even realize I was writing the final chapter until it was too late. The ending just fit. It felt right. I’d already gone five chapters past my outline because the story kept asking for more. In a way, I think I wrote myself into a corner — but the good kind.

This book taught me a lot. I pushed myself harder than I ever had, wrote scenes that made me uncomfortable, and explored emotions I didn’t expect. It stretched me as a writer, and I’m proud of what came out of it.

So tonight, I tip my hat and send Alec and Pete off into their sunset. I wish them all the happiness that fiction can offer. And yeah… I’m a little sad. Feels like saying goodbye to two people I’ve really come to care about.