I thought I was done with Neil Must Die...

This was not my first book, but my first novel. I wrote a short story collection, Titir and other Tales before NMD and another, Whiff of Tempest, after. However, I have moved on. After writing NMD I felt complete as an author. I realized I can never again write something so close to my heart. With so much zeal, passion. I can never compete with myself. Maybe I had become withdrawn, maybe I moved on with launching my magazine, Citrus, or working as editor with various newspapers. Just had become grounded to reality. Maybe I was giving space to my budding author son to grow, so moved aside. I don't know. But I thought I was done with Neil Must Die and with writing books...
But this link gave me shivers! Have I set a new trend? A trend of new literature of facts, as this reader says? I feel guilty. Guilty of not worthy of it. Guilty of not having contributed enough to the new age literature.
Here's what gave me shivers! http://www.mochaworks.com/reviews-110...