And just like that it’s all over.
The months of emotional investment just come to an end, the last correction is completed, and you stare blankly at the flashing cursor…
Book four is now complete, and until you eventually sell book one in the series, it will sit forever queued behind its earlier siblings.
And that family of 450,000 impassioned words are very frustrated!
Triumphs tears and disasters fill those accumulated phrases, words so thoughtfully chosen, individually picked, and carefully placed just where they need to be…
A tall tale complete, but alas not.
No story is ever happy until it has been read, until it has thrilled the reader, dared you to turn the next page, to not turn the next page…
Amy has travelled so far, and yet at the same time she hasn’t moved an inch.
Adventures have been had in Khartoum, in the high mountains of the Khyber Pass. Electrical storms have been flown through, time folded, love found, and love tragically lost…
All though, to no avail, because no one knows.
Her tales are well kept secrets.
But they shouldn’t be.
They need to be told.
And I do her a continual disservice with each rejection letter.
She deserves so much better.
Maybe tomorrow, maybe…