KennEddy
Book blues.
Finishing a good book always hurts a little.
Leaves me feeling lost—with an ache in my chest that has nowhere to go.
I’m writing the final chapters of EBM…
Every knot is slowly being untied.
Except the one in my chest.
Writers—
I have a question.
How do you do it?
How do you leave behind a world you created?
Characters you love dearly.
Where do you find your peace after pouring yourself into something?
Writing the final chapters has nearly gutted me.
But I’m so damn proud.