|Franz Von Stuck; Lucifer (1890)|
On 30th March I wrote THE END on the first draft of The Prison of the Angels.
And I felt absolutely miserable.
It's an occupational hazard, I suppose. I've spent four years, on and off, writing this trilogy, and I've never invested so much time and care in a particular set of characters. I adore Milja - I think she's brave and clever and complicated and she deserves happiness. I am erotically besotted with both Azazel and Egan. Finishing the trilogy felt like walking away from someone I really loved. I felt incredibly lonely.
There's also an edge of worry. I've had readers enthuse over many of my books, but not to this extent, and not over a series. I've never had people saying they are desperate to find out how it all ends! My readers have invested in the characters too; they want a happy ending, they want emotional payback, they want satisfaction. They've followed my characters for three books and for the first time I feel like I am writing for someone other than myself.
Can I give them what they want? Have I done a good enough job? There's pressure!
At least I've got a few weeks grace now, as I get to go back in and fix everything, and make it even better.