Ah, the festive season. A time for joy, togetherness, and — let’s be real — utter exhaustion. Hosting Christmas this year was… a journey. Sure, my family isn’t enormous — it’s usually just the four of us (me, husband, and the twin whirlwinds), but Christmas means reinforcements. My parents, my husband’s uncle and aunt, his other aunt, and a cousin. It’s like a mini family reunion, only in my house, with me playing chef, entertainer, and referee while also trying to maintain some semblance of sanity.
Then comes the New Year. Kindergarten’s closed, the kids are home all day (bless them and their infinite energy), and there are endless catch-ups with friends. Don’t get me wrong — I love seeing everyone. But after writing and publishing every single day for two months straight, my brain feels like it’s been put through a pasta maker, and my body is barely held together by caffeine and sheer willpower.
The thing is, it’s not that I don’t have ideas for stories. I have too many. They’re all crammed into my head like impatient passengers on a delayed train, each one yelling, “Pick me! Write me!” And honestly, it’s gnawing at me because I know so many of you (yes, you, dear readers 💖) are eagerly waiting for the next book about the Hallorans — Maeve, or maybe one of her siblings — or Ariadne and Liam.
But here’s the truth: I need a little break from the Halloran drama. The next book will likely be a contemporary romance — a campus-life drama with all the feels, the messiness, and the swoon-worthy moments. Because I need a bit of a mental vacation from wolves, intrigue, and world-ending stakes.
If I could, I’d write everything all at once. Every single story that’s clawing its way out of my brain. But let’s face it — I’d need a second (or third) lifetime to get through it all.
So for now, I’m catching my breath, trying to tame my ADHD brain, and reminding myself it’s okay to take things one chaotic day at a time. To all of you waiting patiently (or impatiently 😜), thank you. Your excitement means the world to me. Stay tuned for what’s coming next — it’ll be worth the wait, I promise.
P.S. Send coffee. Lots of it. ☕