The... End...?
Work continues apace on Book V (and VI, really); I wrote my first new words for it in almost two years. The outline isn't done, and I have a lot of questions left to answer, but there was one scene I know has to happen that I saw so clearly I had to get it down before it evaporated.
This post isn't about that scene.
It's about the last one. Ever. I didn't write it, but I think I saw it. I've always known how the series is going to end, but in an overall sense, not in 'this is what the last scene is going to be' kind of way. I might now.
How I feel about the end of the series is a topic that's going to come up a lot between now and when it's out, but I would like to document my feelings as I make the journey.
Having that glimpse, however brief (and probably temporary) of the last scene of the last book is something I'm still coming to terms with. I started writing Remember, November in the autumn of 2016. These books have been omnipresent in my thoughts since then (even when I'm working on other books!), and the idea that is has an end, and actual concrete, that's it, end hasn't fully sunk in yet. Make no mistake, I'm still a long way from getting there, but I've seen it. I've felt part of it. I was in [REDACTED]'s head when I did.
I won't say anything about the context or the emotions of the scene itself, don't worry, but my feelings about it are hard to quantify right now. I doubt I will ever achieve anything in my writing career that I am more proud of than From the Ashes of Victory, and if Victoria Ravenwood is mentioned in my obituary, I will consider it a life well led, so the idea that her story will be over someday doesn't feel real yet.
At the same time, I want you, the reader, to have a complete story, one you can return to again and again to discover new things and live with these characters in this world, but to do that means it has to be over at some point. This immense thing I started and have invested so much time and energy into is finite, and it hasn't really felt that way before.
Now that I've said all of that, though, I have to actually go out and finish it, and do it right. So I have no time-table for these last two books. I'm not going to rush them, but I want you to have them as much as I want to write them. The last year and a half has taught me (and you as well, probably) the folly of trying to predict anything anyway, but I promise that when you do get your hands on these final books, they will be as good as I can make them. As good as they deserve to be.
This post isn't about that scene.
It's about the last one. Ever. I didn't write it, but I think I saw it. I've always known how the series is going to end, but in an overall sense, not in 'this is what the last scene is going to be' kind of way. I might now.
How I feel about the end of the series is a topic that's going to come up a lot between now and when it's out, but I would like to document my feelings as I make the journey.
Having that glimpse, however brief (and probably temporary) of the last scene of the last book is something I'm still coming to terms with. I started writing Remember, November in the autumn of 2016. These books have been omnipresent in my thoughts since then (even when I'm working on other books!), and the idea that is has an end, and actual concrete, that's it, end hasn't fully sunk in yet. Make no mistake, I'm still a long way from getting there, but I've seen it. I've felt part of it. I was in [REDACTED]'s head when I did.
I won't say anything about the context or the emotions of the scene itself, don't worry, but my feelings about it are hard to quantify right now. I doubt I will ever achieve anything in my writing career that I am more proud of than From the Ashes of Victory, and if Victoria Ravenwood is mentioned in my obituary, I will consider it a life well led, so the idea that her story will be over someday doesn't feel real yet.
At the same time, I want you, the reader, to have a complete story, one you can return to again and again to discover new things and live with these characters in this world, but to do that means it has to be over at some point. This immense thing I started and have invested so much time and energy into is finite, and it hasn't really felt that way before.
Now that I've said all of that, though, I have to actually go out and finish it, and do it right. So I have no time-table for these last two books. I'm not going to rush them, but I want you to have them as much as I want to write them. The last year and a half has taught me (and you as well, probably) the folly of trying to predict anything anyway, but I promise that when you do get your hands on these final books, they will be as good as I can make them. As good as they deserve to be.
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