While writing, I placed my mind into the story, or saga as is the SECRET BUTTERFLY SERIES¿, and let writing become a part of my life. I felt compelled to continually move the saga forward, advance it to some conclusion. But, where I might have concluded SERIES after BUTTERFLY LOVE, book fourteen, I found that impossible. That would be disloyal to my characters' souls and the butterflies' spirits. I needed to keep my precious characters alive, as they continue living in my mind. I needed to reincarnate them. After I completed YES FOR LOVE, book eighteen, I felt I could finally step away from SERIES and write entirely different stories. My Series characters are still with me.

They came into my mind and took up residence there. I feel I have done all I could do for them. I brought them to life and nurtured them. And now I must trust them to find their own way, move forward with their reincarnated lives and be happy souls. The odd urge to write seems to be a permanent fixture in my mind. I suppose writing has become my addiction, like smoking, drinking, gambling, and nymphomania are for some others. Yes, that must be what writing is. Like others with addictions, I depend on mine and do not wish to shake it.