Firstly I just wanna thank all my readers who read this book and continued to follow up on all my updates and stick around for so long. Words can never describe just how grateful and how much I appreciate all my readers, the ones who comment, the ones who vote, the silent readers— all of them.Without that, I don't think I would have the energy to complete this book. With every book, honestly. It's always so difficult to find that flicker of inspiration, and there were times throughout this book when I just did not like the way it was coming along, or when I thought my writing just wasn't good enough.
But, each time I remembered that I had readers who were waiting at the edge of their seats for my next update, it just pushed me and motivated me to finish and write this book to the best of my ability.
The more I write, the more I realize how much I love and dislike it. I mostly dislike the writer's block, that feeling where I just feel like I have no energy to keep going or to keep writing. And when that happens, I take a step back and read. I read so much, and I marvel at the way other authors write, and find that spark in my heart again, and get back to writing. Again, I cannot name how many times where I felt a lack of motivation, then when I saw notifications of readers commenting how much they loved the story, it pushed me to keep going.
I started this book at the beginning of Agust, and I finished it at the end of March. It took me such a long time, mostly because of how busy my life has become. I'm employed, I'm a college student, and I've recently started an internship. And yet, I cannot believe that I actually pushed myself to finish this book. I could have easily set it aside, but instead, it became a top priority to me. I would sit at my desk for hours, nearly six hours each time on my days off, and just write. And I loved every minute of it. Time flew by so quickly, and I hadn't even realized how long this book was taking until the new year came by, and I still hadn't finished it.
However, through the ups and downs, I'm just so happy it's done. I'll miss writing the love between Rey and Yoongi, but I do believe it's just all finished :) There is nothing more to write, and I have so many other books in the works that are just waiting for me to get started on.
Firstly, I will be writing a continuation to my Jung Hoseok book Silhouette, so if anyone has been waiting for that, wait no more! I'm so excited to start writing new books and to further expand my writing skills. And more than anything I hope that my readers here follow that journey with me as I plan to stay here and write for quite a while.
I haven't shared this much but writing has become very serious for me. My career is still quite foggy to me, but I just continue to write on here, and with the internship I recently got into, I write even more on topics I never knew I could expand my writing skills on :)
Heartless was such a long book, but I loved every single minute of it. I can still remember writing the very first chapter and being so happy with the way it came out. And now that I have closed this book off, I still can't help myself from becoming bittersweet. And I'm sure I'm not the only one who feels that way, I know there were many readers here who truly enjoyed following Rey and Yoongi as much as I did <3
Again, I'd like to thank everyone for reading, all my loyal readers who would come on here every weekend to read my updates. It made me so happy, beyond words.
And, most of all, thank you to taesleftcheek, who was not only the translator of all the Spanish words in this book but who also came up with this story for me. Without you, Heartless would not exist, along with practically half of my books on here. I hope we continue to write together and share ideas that keep us motivated for our future <3 I would have never discovered my passion for writing without you.
I hope to see everyone on my other books :)
Everyone, please take care, as always.
— Neena
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