There’s a sense of listlessness at the ending of a series, Gentle Reader.
I’ve felt it for years as a voracious reader, now I feel it as an author for the first time. It’s a little like breaking up with a partner you still love plus losing friends through time and distance plus ending a long vacation away.
Which would make it, I suppose, somewhat like the end of college. Or possibly the way penguins feel after migrating. (Do penguins migrate? I’m digging myself into a very deep analogy hole. Anyway . . .)
Having finished the Parasol Protectorate series I am left with the certain knowledge that I will never have the experience of writing it again. But, like the penguins, I know that there are new adventures in my future. I don’t have much time to mourn my lost loves, there’s too much more to write.
And of course, the beauty of writing in the same fantasy world, with immortal characters, is that old friends can drop in at anytime. I’m just hopping that, unlike after college, none of them end up sleeping on my couch for months.
As always, you don’t have to take my word for it. Saying “Goodbye” Is Never Easy – The Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences
The Steampunk Scholar goes to town, top hat firmly in place, on the subject of steampunk and how books may or may not be classified using Heartless as his jumping off point. A hugely insightful academic peek into the current debates over aesthetic vs. genre.
Quote of the Day:
“Willy-nilly (adj.): Impotent.”