It’s a topic that’s been on my mind over the last week or so. I’m preparing for the launch of my next book and it’s a real goodbye scenario—it’s the third and final novel of the New London books.
The series is wrapped up and I’m happy with the way things ended, but it is the end. I have no plans to write about the characters ever again and I feel a little sad. I know I can write about them at any time I want to, but when a story’s done, a story’s done. They will go on to lead their fictitious lives and I will meddle with another lot of characters fates instead. They no longer need me, or I them. I guess it’s hard to let go, just like friends when they choose another direction and you part, or the end of a particularly wonderful holiday. I’ll miss them.
There is also a large element of satisfaction. I have written a complete series—not a small thing to achieve. The New London books were unexpected. I knew I’d write Seeing Red, but I was adamant it would be a single, stand-alone book with no sequel. Adamant! And then come that scene in my head of Andrew sitting in his study and getting a call for help from Nell. So much for adamant. I wouldn’t have missed the journey with these characters and there are no regrets.
The final book will be coming out late April and I will make announcements and reveal the cover and story-line closer to the date. Stay tuned!
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