MANUSCRIPT COMPLETE: Now the Fun Begins (And by Fun, I Mean Controlled Mayhem)

A race against the clock, my characters, and my own sanity

We are deep into the editing phase! That’s right, folks—I completed my manuscript. Threads of Fate sits at just over 120,000 words, and I am on a mission to trim it down, maybe. A glorious, slightly terrifying mission that I have exactly 20 to finish. Because apparently, I thrive under pressure like a pressure cooker thrives under, well, pressure.

You’re probably wondering: why such a tight deadline? Why voluntarily add this stress to your life? The answer is simple: on May 9th, 2026, I’m attending a Writing Workshop in Bellevue, Washington, and it would be a dream come true—capital D, capital C, capital T—to walk into that room with a polished manuscript ready to share with editors and agents. This is the moment I’ve been dreaming about since I was a very young child sitting in my room, furiously writing the stories that lived in my brain. That kid who filled notebook after notebook, who talked to invisible characters and plotted narratives nobody asked for? She’s about to get her chance. And I am not going to waste it.

But here’s the thing about dreams and timelines—they don’t account for life getting in the way. For a very long time, my ADHD disability controlled my existence. I was using every last shred of energy just to get myself through each day. Writing? That was a luxury I couldn’t afford. The stories stayed locked in my head, living rent-free in there, growing more elaborate and more desperate to be told. It felt like I was drowning in my own potential, unable to reach the surface. That kid with all those stories? She was still in there somewhere, but she was on pause.

Then something shifted. I got the medication I needed, and I left a job that was slowly crushing my soul. Suddenly, there was room. Space I didn’t have before. Room for hobbies again. Room for that kid that just wanted to create once more.

I will always be thankful for the way my brain works because that’s exactly what allows me to create these wild, sprawling, intricate stories that consume me. But I am also—and I mean this with every fiber of my being—so grateful that I was able to get the medicine I needed to live a fulfilling life. My ADHD isn’t a flaw to overcome; it’s the engine that powers my creativity. But it needed fuel, and it was running on empty for so long.

If you’re reading this and you’re struggling, please hear me: don’t be afraid to get yourself the help you need. Whether that’s medication, therapy, a job change, or some combination of all three. You deserve to live, not just survive. You deserve to write the stories that are locked inside you.

Now, back to the chaos at hand. I have a 120,000-word manuscript and dwindling days to make it shine. My editor brain is sharpened. My coffee is strong. My determination is unshakeable. And my characters? Well, they’ve gotten very opinionated about the whole thing. Apparently, during this refinement process, some of them have decided they don’t like the way the story has skewed, and they want to be LOUD about their grievances. Athena has been giving me looks. Zeus has been muttering in the margins. And don’t even get me started on what Hades is thinking—his displeasure is practically audible.

If you want a front-row seat to this glorious, messy, exhilarating process—complete with character drama, editing epiphanies, and probably a few meltdowns—follow me on social media. I’ll be documenting this journey in real time, for better or worse. Trust me, it’s going to be entertaining. And when I walk into that workshop on May 9th with a completed, edited, ready-to-submit manuscript? You’ll know you were there from the beginning.