Stepping Back To Get It Right

I’ve been meaning to write this post for a while.

After completing seventeen chapters of The Tides We Bury, I reached a point where I had to stop and be honest with myself. The story was moving forward — but it wasn’t yet the book I originally set out to write.

So I’ve made the decision to go back.

Not to abandon it, but to re-edit, re-shape, and in places re-write, so the novel better reflects the tone, pace, and depth I had in mind when I first began. That means tightening some sections, rethinking others, and giving the story the time it deserves.

This is all part of the process — one that’s rarely talked about, but completely necessary. Writing isn’t a straight line, and sometimes the most important progress happens when you pause, look again, and choose quality over momentum.

I’ll continue to share thoughts, snippets, and updates here as the book evolves. For now, I’m back at the desk, doing the quieter work that readers never see — but always feel.

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