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Confession

Confession

I needed to step away from the paranormal for a while.
As much as I love writing prophecies and impossible worlds, it takes a different kind of energy — the kind that bends reality and asks me to hold entire universes together. Right now, I don’t have that in me.

So instead of forcing myself into Book Two while I wait for my first human proofread, I’m giving myself permission to breathe. I’m going back to something simpler, warmer, and more human.

I’m picking up Sharp’s Heart, the love story I started a few months ago.
No magic. No spirits. No destiny weighing down every scene.
Just two people learning how to love each other in the middle of their own scars.

It feels good to slip into something grounded again — something real.
A small break from the unbelievable so I can find my balance, refill the well, and remember why I love writing in the first place.