This sort of feels like a resignation letter. In ways, I suppose it is.  THE LAST ONES will be my last novel for some time, maybe even ever.  I don't plan to quit writing, in fact, I have a new project that I can't wait to announce soon, but it has nothing to do with fiction.

I've always been really honest about the writing industry and my experiences, and I know there are things one isn't supposed to say but I'm going to lay them out here.  I didn't set out to be a published author and I didn't grow up wanting to be a writer.  Not that I wasn't thrilled and so thankful, but it wasn't something that would've killed me had it not happened, and it was never a huge goal.  I didn't dream of it as a child. In fact, I wanted to be a skeleton.  I'm relatively sure I confused what I wanted to be when I grew up with what I wanted to be for Halloween, but that's another story.  Then I decided I wanted to move to Africa and work with mountain gorillas and elephants.  At different points, I wanted to be a rock star, the first female NFL football coach, a spy and then when I started college, my first major was pre-med.  I subsequently changed my major seven times and graduated with a degree that I don't use in any of my current professions.  To this day, I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up, and I certainly haven't grown up.

Life is entirely too short to commit to any one thing that becomes the thing that defines you.  I am many things and I want to become many more. I want to be challenged and I want to try new things.  Time is never our side, so I intend to fit as many things as I possibly can into this life, and I hope each and every person reading this does the same.

Thank you all for reading and supporting my books.  The last five years have been a truly amazing experience and I am so grateful for anyone who took the time to read my crazy stories.