Just about 18 months ago, I had this crazy idea to write a book (which turned into a series) about the world coming to an end. It wasn't a biblical apocalyptic style story, but more like a what-if story.
That series is coming to an end. Just like my zombie series, I'm sad to see it end. I've grown fond of these characters that I set out to destroy from the beginning.
Don't you hate when that happens?
And yet, I've grown a lot with this series. I remember how I wanted it to end. I am so glad it is ending the way IT wants to. The hero and heroine changed mid-story which took me by surprise but fits well.
I've learned how to love something and let it die, if needs be, or to let it get tortured either mentally or physically and let it. If that makes sense. If you've read my stuff, you know I torture anything that moves. I don't do that in real life. Maybe I'm the tortured one. ;)
As Out of the Ashes comes to an end and I get ready to send it through the steps, I'm worried for my friends. My character friends. I hope they find love and happiness after the last page is turned. I don't want them to see the things that could happen. I don't want them to lose sight of what they've earned or to forget what they lost. Their hearts have gone through hell to heal and I'd hate for them to lose all that.
Dictacting Desire is undergoing a rewrite next. I'll cover that more next time.
I hope wherever you are and whoever you are, the world hasn't fallen down around you. Boston has my prayers, even though they are tough and can spin anything with their strength of spirit into something positive. I hope you all are safe.