Great googly moogly it's over.

Well, I'm frankly amazed if you've gotten this far, and very thankful for your time.

I wrote the majority of War of Seasons while being a mixture of anxious, depressed and suicidal. Gross, and pretty rude of the universe. I think that definitely came through in the story, particularly with the character of Rhys Tamlin. I don't regret how serious the narrative got, necessarily, even though it wasn't my initial intention. I'm very glad that all the characters got to have happy lives in the end though, which was what I wanted all along and very important, I think.

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I think writing can be a place of healing, and in a sense this story was in part what I used to get through. But I look forward to writing something simpler and happier next time.

Thank you again, very much. Take care, everyone.