This book… This book took a chunk out of me.

A long time ago, back in RWA land, I’d attended a workshop with a panel of authors who were talking about their writing process. I’ll never forget one of the authors telling the audience how writing one particular book had taken a piece of her soul. At the time, none of my books had ever taken a piece of my soul. I had never cried while writing one of my books. I’d never felt anything but a sense of accomplishment once I’d finished a book.

This book…

This book took something out of me I’ll never get back. I can’t explain it. I feel stupid even writing that bullshit, but it’s the truth.

I’ve never been more proud of a book than this one. The best way I can explain this feeling is… You know when you get a book hangover? You literally can’t read another book after you’ve finished a REALLY good book… You just need a break. A breather. You need a little normalcy before starting another book or another series.

I gave myself a book hangover.

If I could ever hang out with one of my heroines, it would be this one. I love Cairenn. I will always love her. She’s so real to me that I fail to remember that I created her. I forget she’s fictional.

This book…

I never want to start a new one.

But I can’t leave Jocelyn hanging.