My focus hasn't been about books or writing since 2015. I've had many people ask why I stopped writing. Simple answer: my muse died. Longer version: too many serious family issues disabled the muse.
So I'm onto other interests.
Have you ever found yourself at a fork in the road? Was it a challenge to leave something beloved to your soul behind?
Share your story if you feel so inclined, I'd love to know it.
I write YA books. Whatever my heart desires, I write. I don't have someone over my shoulder, in some office somewhere telling me what I can and cannot write. Or should and shouldn't write. I listen to my heart, the center of my muse, and trust my instincts.