Finishing isn’t all it is meant to be or is it?


Yesterday I wrote after a four month absence yet here I am. I was thinking that perhaps I would rather do this then finish my book. After a year of research and two years of writing you would think I would want it done, just finish it and move on to Book Two. Yet I find myself strangely reluctant. Before at the back of my mind it was there waiting to be created. I am not sure how I will feel when it isn’t anymore? Or maybe it is and I am just struggling with what it will be like to start the next in the series?

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About joanneeddy

Writer living in North Carolina. Originally from upstate New York. I love my family, my community, and my friends, and embrace 'living deliberately' in the world, trying to make a difference. I have written an as yet unpublished book, The Call, an epic fantasy with historical fiction and folklore elements. My blog is for other writers, for those who love a good read, and for all who, like me, are looking to find and live their call.
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