This week, I wrote a short story for the first time ever. You heard me right! A short story.

One about love, loss, and being forgotten. In other words, a story way outside my usual writing space. I write novels. I write YA fiction. I write historical fiction. A short story about a romance languishing with the passing of time is not my usual topic of choice.

And until this week, I had never even tried to write a short story (at least not one on my lonesome). Not ever. I always told mysel...