I just wrapped up Love, Sarah, and honestly, I’m sitting here with that bittersweet ache of finishing something that’s lived in my head and heart for so long. It feels strange to let go, even for a moment, but the story isn’t truly over. Now comes the second draft—the part where I get to dig deeper, sharpen the edges, and make every emotion hit harder. It’s both exciting and daunting, but I know this is where the book becomes what it’s meant to be.