Time to say goodbye - Sarah Nicholson

All good things come to an end, but endings can be hard to bear.

Turning over the last page of a favourite novel can tear your heart in two, particularly if you have invested so much time getting to know the characters.

Maybe that is why sequels are so popular, you can pick up where you left off and continue the story, with a new adventure, because let’s face it no one’s story really ends. Even when some people die, they can leave behind a legacy and the circle of life continues.

I’ve just started reading a Dr Ruth Galloway book. The Locked Room is, I think, the penultimate one in the series. I could have devoured them all in one go, but I’ve spaced them out through the years. Elly Griffiths’ writing has kept me coming back for more but even she has now moved on.

I must read her Brighton series and the Harbinder Kaur books before I investigate her brand-new series. There is so much I have to look forward to.

The joy of new books – shiny with uncracked spines, unread but just waiting to be loved. It’s even more special when opening a box of your very own books and I long to see another in print with my name on. I’m working on it but the process seems never ending when there is always so much else to do… and so we come to this particular ending. This will be my final Authors Electric blog post.

I must have been writing here for at least a couple of years I mused and then I check to discover I started on 4th November 2021! I may have missed one month, but certainly no more than two, so that’s an awful lot of words between us over four years.

Words that have been mostly bookish or writing related, I written book reviews and poems, lamented the loss of the art of communications, taken a look at old atlases and self help books. I have celebrated winning an award and discussed the merits of one’s own website.

So perhaps I should leave that here, as a forwarding address, should you wish to keep in touch.

It’s been fun – but watch out for the sequel…

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