i thought this burnt out phase would pass in a few days, but it lingered for weeks, and then months.
when ideas finally popped into my mind, i would quickly jot them down so i wouldn’t forget, but i didn’t realize i was losing myself in the process.
writing was my escape from reality, and i loved sharing my thoughts with my readers.
my first story, “the girl who can’t move on,” kept me going until i couldn’t write anymore. in 2018, i published “last wish,” which many loved. during the pandemic, out of boredom, i made “just one more night,” and that story found its audience, too.
though i enjoyed writing and expressing myself through my characters, all good things must come to an end; in stories and life.
i had planned to retire in 2019, but it took until 2022 to make it happen. last year, when i announced my retirement on the same day (24th), i wasn’t entirely sure.
i regretted it, and gave myself another chance by creating new characters like carys, archer, dacre, teagan, alastair, roux, demetrio, bartholomew, sebastian, nathaniel, duane, and william, but despite my fondness for them, i’ve lost the passion to keep writing.
the stories of these characters won’t be continued.
thank you so much for everything.
