So the reason I wanted to stop this book was because when I first started it, I had all the time in the world. My days felt open, and writing came so easily to me. I was dropping chapters back to back like it was nothing, ideas flowing faster than I could even keep up with them. Every scene felt exciting, every new plot point felt natural, and I had the energy to build this whole world without thinking twice.
But then life got busy.
Time started slipping through my hands, responsibilities piled up, and the same freedom I had when I began just wasn’t there anymore. Writing a long book isn’t only about having ideas; it takes consistency, patience, and the energy to keep carrying an entire story on your back. A whole plot line, multiple characters, details to remember, emotions to maintain, it becomes work, even when you love it.
And somewhere in all of that, I lost the zeal I had in the beginning. That spark that made me want to sit down and write for hours faded. It wasn’t that I stopped caring about the story, I didn’t. I just reached a point where continuing something so big felt heavier than it used to.
I would love to continue it, truly. I still think about it. I still know there’s more in it. But right now, if I’m being honest, I just don’t have the energy to give it what it deserves.
So for now, I’m stepping back from this book.
But don’t think I’m done.
Something is coming. Something new, something I can pour into the way I need to right now. So be patient with me…and wait on that. Love y’all.
