Alas, my broken heart.

You guys. I finished the first draft of One Life to Lose this week. And I. Am. DEVASTATED. I don't fall madly in love with every book I write. Oh, I love them, to a certain extent, mostly. A familial sort of thing, where we live together, and we have things in common, and for a certain amount of time we travel side by side along the same road. I'm certainly fond of all my books at different parts of the process. (I hate all my books at other parts of the process.) But OLTL, like, slayed me. I'm trying to think