Fall is here, in Michigan, and it’s amazing. My heart goes out to everyone who is dealing with the fires. I can’t imagine it. But I am paying attention.

It feels weird to be done with YSF. I spent six years working on it (seriously hope my next novel does not take that long haha). It was an everyday part of my life. I would write in the mornings before going to my day job, and then tinker in the evenings. I would give myself the weekends off, but would ultimately wind up putting in some hours.

If I wasn’t at the keyboard, the process was always spinning away in my mind.

Part of me feels a sense of freedom to relax for a minute. Part of me feels like I just witnessed a head-on-collision at an empty intersection, and both vehicles quickly limped away.

Leaving behind the sounds of cars on a nearby expressway, birds, the moment.