So you’ve just finished a book. To be precise, you’ve just finished a book that is just one in a series and the sequel isn’t released for another TWELVE MONTHS.
I am so strongly invested in this series. It changed me as a reader, and as a writer too.
But what do you do in times like this? It’s so close now, I can almost freakin’ taste the sweat dripping off Wrath’s.. Ok. *cold shower*
I thought it would be fun to maybe consider how the heck I made it this far without spontaneously combusting!
Lover at Last finished. Cover closed. For the first few days I couldn’t even entertain the idea of reading anything else because I needed to cling to the story, and the characters, in my mind for a little longer. It was bittersweet, a kind of exquisite pain as it slowly faded and the prospect of waiting a WHOLE YEAR (yes, I will keep milking that fact) took over me.
Time to go back over those tummy-twisting, toe-curling, heart-thudding scenes. Furiously scribble down the quotes that made me smile.
“I think that’s Justin Bieber.
Standing in front of a line up of Lay’s potato chips, Qhuinn looked overhead to the speaker inset into the ceiling tiles. Yup, I’m right, and I hate that I know that.
Next to him John Matthew signed, How do you know?
The little shit is everywhere.
I swear, that kid is proof the Antichrist is coming.
Maybe it’s already here.
Would explain Miley Cyrus.”
No, not necessarily the book I’ve just been mooning over. But I visited where it all started again. Back to Wrath. Which felt apt, since #12 comes back to Wrath’s perspective again. Yay!
4. Internet creeper.
Yep. Gotta get creepin’ online. Sometimes authors are nice enough to release a teaser chapter or something. Just SOMETHING to keep us hungry readers going.
5. Overactive imagination (or ‘bad cheese syndrome’)
Sometimes my subconscious hates me. Other times I think it tries to help me. I have crazy whacked out dreams… but on occasion I am granted ones full of my favourite characters from books/TV/film etc. It doesn’t make it any less crazy (recent dreams include a strange encounter with Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl while alternating between being myself and Blair Waldorf and suffering from OCD and washing my hands over and over.. and counting.. and yeah, Freud would have a field day with my brain)
Once I managed to let it go (I’ll never let go! Come back Jack! Come back!) the search began for something that could distract me from the loss of Wrath et al. But it’s also important that it isn’t too much like the BDB or it’ll annoy me or grieve me further. I went totally off the wall last time this happened and ended up reading ‘The Private Papers of Eastern Jewel’ which was completely beyond the boundaries of my normal hunting grounds. That said, it was GREAT and helped me get over my loss.. Heh. This year I’ve pre-empted it, already got my fall-back book:
A quick sidenote.. Congratulations to Lover at Last for winning the best book in the Romance category on Goodreads last year. Hells to the yes! Kicked butt!