Well, here we are in June, normally my favorite month of the year. School will be out shortly, summer vacation commences, my birthday, such as it is, happens on the first day of summer, and my anniversary with Mr. Ay, on the 30th, will mark 29 years of both shared joy and misery.
Writing has been a bit of chore lately. In addition to the constant ache of carpal tunnel in my right hand, the opinions of some have gotten me down. I know, I know. What difference does it make what some readers think? I started this series only for my own entertainment, and I shall continue it solely for that purpose too. Still, like the carpal tunnel, it is hard to ignore. Like a shot in the wrist, telling me to stop writing is a stab in the heart.
I wonder why that is the case. Why would someone complain that the series should end? Are they compelled to purchase these books with their last dime? If so, I invite them simply to ignore them. Stop! You can do it. Yes, you can. Don’t push that button. You’ll be perfectly fine even if you never find out what happens next. They’re all fictional people anyway.
I know the series is long. Is there anything specifically wrong with that? Not that I am in any way, shape or form comparing myself to authors like Lee Child or Michael Connelly, but, don’t they have long series too? I haven’t read all of their books. I read as much as I want, but I certainly don’t implore them to stop writing when I set them down for something else. Good heavens, there are 175 books in the Nancy Drew series. I managed to stop around book 30 when I was 12 years old, and I haven’t regretted that decision one bit.
For the record, and for what it’s worth, I want to give you a little background into the series and especially the books that came after the first five. Maybe, it’ll help you to understand why they’re different. Certainly, my style has changed over the years, but my motivation for writing them has changed too.
Books 1 – 5 were written all together over the course of the last twenty-five years. Actually, about sixty percent of those stories were. The rest I added in 2012, prior to publishing. The general story was there with quite a few holes. I wrote them, like I said, for my own entertainment. If I fancied something, Senya got it or did it. If something upset me, he suffered because of it. It was fun to create a world where I could play G-d. It relieved stress and helped me deal with the banalities of real life. At the end of Book 5, I figured I was done. I started a few other projects, including the now unpublished Journey to Rehnor series. I couldn’t really get into that though. I didn’t care for the characters as much as I did for everyone in the Two Moons. So, despite the “almost ending”, I started Golden’s Quest.
Book 6 – Golden’s Quest, I wrote for my boys. Shika, in this book, is sort of an amalgamation of my two sons. Some of his adventures are their adventures. Of course, most is fantasy, but some of the little things actually happened to them.
Book 7 – Metamorphosis, I wrote for our friend who was diagnosed with breast cancer at the time, and another who had melanoma. I had two other friends who were also ill with various things. They’re all fine now, but it was a scary time. I was facing mid-life, menopause, and mortality all at the same time, and so Katie was forced to deal with all of that too.
Book 8 – The Choice was written right after my mother suddenly died of a heart attack. She was fine one day and gone the next. I lost my best friend. It was very cathartic to write and to think about how maybe, she had a sit-down with an angel, heard her options, and made a choice, for better or worse. It was much better than imagining her dying on the sofa and wondering what in the hell happened, as I did.
Book 9 – Treasure Hunt, I wrote for the girls in my author support group, who helped rescue me after my mother’s death. It was sort of a spoof of the western romances that they all write. Cowboys…not much interest for me, sorry, but it was fun letting Senya play another part.
Book 10- Space Chase was going to be the end, again. Maybe or maybe not. It was time to say goodbye to Jerry and a few others in any case.
Book 11 – Imperial Masquerade came out of nowhere. I guess 10 wasn’t the end after all. There was more to say, more to do, more fun to have skewering people and politicians.
Book 12 – Rivalry was written for the son of a family friend who suffered a terrible accident. All profits from Rivalry are donated to the foundation which helps to pay for the real-life doctors and nurses which provide his care.
Book 13 – Thirteen was written during the winter, when I was feeling dark and depressed. I almost killed everyone in it, but didn’t.
Book 14 – Betrayal, while still in the mood to spend my time cutting off the heads of flowers and executing crows, my kids set out to rescue me in a manner of speaking. I like Betrayal. I like what happens in this book, and since this is all about me, I guess that’s all that really matters.
Book 15 – It’s a little less than half way there, but going slowly. In this one, we are reintroduced to Arsan and learn more about him and where he came from. I skimmed over him before, but now he’s become an interesting and quite likable guy. It could be a new beginning, or not.
Is that the end? Who knows? If not, and you are sick of the series, I invite you not to buy another one. It’s your choice. It’s a free country, or at least, it was. Amazon doesn’t control the world, although they certainly are trying. There’s a lot of other books in that bookstore and a lot of wonderful authors skilled at combining words.
In reality, books are like chocolate. You can never have enough. Back when I could still eat a lot of chocolate, I liked the white kind, while Mr. Ay, the darkest dark. Today, I prefer dark too. The princess loves milk chocolate, but hates the kind with nuts. The two princes will eat anything as long as it tastes like bacon or beer. You get my point though, right?
At any rate, thank you to all who have purchased and read my stories, whether it be one or twenty of them. We’ve come a long way from Meri’s opening thoughts to wherever we are now. If it is the end, I’m sorry to say, I’m going to leave you hanging. There will be no closure, no final word, no red or purple weddings, and furthermore, angels never die.