Twelve years ago, I started writing a rom-com thriller and shared it in serialized blog posts. To this day, it remains the most popular content I’ve ever published.
Then, somewhere around part 17.25… I just stopped. No dramatic finale, no cliffhanger—just silence.
But I never forgot the story. Or the characters.
I have also realised that I may have stopped writing this as I went on this trip. Yes, thats right, I packed my bags and travelled overland to Marrakech, alas no diamonds.
Now, I’m planning to revisit those chapters. I’ll re-read them with the hope that my now 49-year-old self won’t cringe too hard at what my 37-year-old self wrote back then. And who knows—if inspiration strikes, I might just pick up the pen again and continue the tale.
I’m not entirely sure who I’m writing this for. The blogging world feels like a semi-abandoned town these days, with most people having moved on to their own platforms. But if you’ve somehow stumbled across this page, I hope it brings a smile to your face.
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