I'm in mourning. It happens every time I finish a book. Yes, I'm thrilled and over the moon for a few days. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders, but soon after that, grief sets in. I mourn the loss of my people -- you know, the ones I created myself? I'm like a mother who sent her child to kindergarten for the first time. What are they doing without me to guide them along on their journey through life? Will they know what to do next? But then I remember -- there's an answer to my problem. I can take charge! I can write another book! I can make more people! And that's what I'm doing while A Double-Edged Sword is going through the proofreading and editing process by others. Writing the next one is the only thing that will ease my pain. You can also help ease my pain by reading my books and reviewing them. Aah. Thanks. That feels better. You guys are amazing!