I’ve just finished writing my second book—a journey that held my heart, tested my soul, and filled my days with love, hope, and imagination.
After months of pouring my heart into every word, I’ve finally submitted the manuscript of my second book to the publishers. It still feels surreal to say that. Two books. Two emotional journeys. And yet, each one left me transformed in ways I never expected. This new book is a romance fiction—filled with love, longing, hope, and moments that tug at the heart. I imagined myself in their world—where love lingered in quiet glances, where hearts dared to hope even after being bruised. Every scene felt like a reflection of dreams, desires, and unspoken emotions. Somehow, their journey became mine too.
Maybe that’s the magic of writing romance—losing yourself in a world where love always finds a way, no matter how unexpected the path.
Now, after submitting the manuscript, there’s a strange stillness within me. Not emptiness—but a soft pause. A space where once the characters lived and breathed with me, now there is quiet.
Deciding the ending was a tough one—it made my head spin. I went back and forth for days, torn between keeping readers happy and finding peace within myself. In the end, I chose what felt true to the story. Not perfect, not predictable—but real. There were days I doubted every word, questioning why I started at all. And there were nights when the words wouldn’t stop flowing, as if they had been waiting for years to be heard.
Through it all, I discovered things about myself I never paused to notice. That I carry feelings deeply. I heal through storytelling. And I still believe in love, even when it comes wrapped in silence, waiting to be heard.
Writing this book didn’t just fill pages. It filled a part of me I hadn’t visited in a long time.
If there’s one thing this journey reminded me, it’s that every ending carries the promise of a new beginning—especially when it’s led by love.
Coming Soon: Book 2
