I didn’t say that.
But I don’t know. ( see this if you have no idea what I’m talking about.)
I’m feeling now like I’ll be finishing this book:
As soon as I stop trying to lead and let Hunt do his thing through me. I think I was writing another really good Hunt&Cam. We did have BDSM and sex! (Which are not always the same thing.)
It’s not my book, that’s what I forgot. Not my decision or story of agenda. These books are gifts to me and I started to believe I created the stories, myself.
A writer is like a fossil preparator. You’re job is not just to free the remains from it’s matrix, but to preserve it intact while constructing a way to present it to others, so they understand it and it can become part of their life experience.
But we don’t make the fossils.
What will be, will be. I guess we’ll discover the future together.