The explanation
So I finally wrote the end of "101 Reasons".
I feel guilty for it having been so long, and some days, I wondered if it would ever get there. Why?
Because the week I wrote most of it was the week I lost someone close to me. I began writing on the day we got the call that he didn't have much time left, and the story carried me throughout each long day: learning that he'd passed, grieving, the funeral, and being there for each other.
It was enormously difficult. So I threw myself into that story - it was my way of coping.
Of course, when I went back to work, I didn't feel like writing for quite a while. And it was _so hard_ to go back to the story.
I'm glad I did. There's just something so nice about having it finished. And I hope you like it too. :)
I feel guilty for it having been so long, and some days, I wondered if it would ever get there. Why?
Because the week I wrote most of it was the week I lost someone close to me. I began writing on the day we got the call that he didn't have much time left, and the story carried me throughout each long day: learning that he'd passed, grieving, the funeral, and being there for each other.
It was enormously difficult. So I threw myself into that story - it was my way of coping.
Of course, when I went back to work, I didn't feel like writing for quite a while. And it was _so hard_ to go back to the story.
I'm glad I did. There's just something so nice about having it finished. And I hope you like it too. :)