Fire Burning

From Your Author

As much as I like this book, I have to be honest—it didn’t unfold the way I hoped it would. From the very beginning, something felt off. Not with the idea, and not with the characters, but with me. I was excited at first, passionate even, but that fire dimmed quicker than I expected. I tried to force the pieces together, hoping the spark would catch again, but it never quite did. I rushed through scenes I should’ve sat with, skipped emotions I usually dive headfirst into, and kept telling myself to just get to the end. To just finish.

But the truth is, this book became exhausting. I poured into it even when I was empty. There were moments that reminded me why I love storytelling—lines that hit hard, characters that felt alive—but those moments were few and far between. Most days, it felt like I was writing to keep up with something I no longer felt connected to. And even though I care about the world I created and the story I began, I don’t feel the pull to finish it in the way I once planned.

My heart was never fully in Fire Burning—not in the way it needed to be. I kept telling myself I had to keep going, that I owed it to the story, but I’ve realized I can love something and still let it go. Maybe this book wasn’t meant to have a polished ending. Maybe its strength lies in where I left it—raw, real, and honest.

So for now, I think I’m closing this chapter. I’m not calling it finished, but I’m not forcing myself to continue either. I’m leaving it exactly where it is, because that’s the most authentic thing I can do right now. And if I ever return to it, it’ll be with a full heart, not an empty obligation.

5/15/2025~~~~ I will be back to continue this I just need a month or two maybe even a few days to collect myself. I'm writing this and one other book so I'm tangled.