I write this update while taking a break from writing the final chapter of my first novel.
It has been a long and solitary road. Several months have come and gone, each filled with moments where I’ve told my friends and family: “I’m so excited! The main character is facing X problem.”
“What’s happening?” They would ask.
“Sorry. Can’t tell,” I would reply.
Instead, I pushed through months and thousands of words, keeping my protagonist’s story to myself. Keeping her struggles, her anxieties, her failures, to myself. And now, as I reach the final pages, I simply cannot help but look forward to new stories. Whatever will my heroes face next?
This is the ending of the beginning.