It seemed like an appropriate moment for an update on how I’m passing my creative time. With Circle of the Witch being well out of the gate and on its way to whatever acceptance it might garner (and to my admittedly biased mind, this should be a novel any true horror fan would enjoy), I have shifted my entire focus to completing A Fallible Goddess and the Enduring Sorrow…book three of the Journey through the Land of Shades series. The final novel of this series will bring the complex philosophical underpinnings of the story into the light and it will be fairly lengthy in the telling. I can say that I have crossed the 200,000 word mark in the first draft and that Islena’s part of the tale is moving inexorably toward a heart-rending and explosive conclusion. If I remain diligent, the novel should be available in late 2014 or early 2015.
Yet, even with this formidable task before me, I find myself increasingly distracted by another project that has niggled at the edges of my creative thoughts for years now. I finished writing the final line of The Converging: Closures in Blood on January 11, 1996. In his or her career, every writer pens what is…to their mind, at least…the perfect ending. The final scene of this particular novel was, from my view, the ideal ending for Elizabeth Simpson and her tale of grim perseverance. There is not a phrase…not a word…that I would change in that last segment and even now, I admit it is hard for me to read the epilogue of this novel without feeling the intense pull of emotion that I experienced when I first re-read what I had committed to paper that night.
Elizabeth…and to a lesser extent, Cynara Saravic, (the series antagonist)…have been my favorite creations and it has not been easy to bid them goodbye. It was the efficacy of the ending that helped me resist the temptation to slip back into that particular dark pool. I always feared that a maladroit follow-up would ruin the perfect ending that I was so fortunate to write for Closures in Blood and so I have labored hard to resist the temptation.
In the intervening seventeen years, a story slowly took shape in my mind, and despite my best efforts to ignore it, I find that it is a logical progression that really speaks to the underlying concept upon which the series is based. In that time, the story began to flush itself out (without my active participation in the process, which is how my odd creative mind works anyway), until now I find myself confronted by a living, breathing creation that is becoming increasingly hard to resist.
I can say only this…whereas the end of Closures in Blood was a perfect ending…there was a great deal of latitude to contemplate what might have become of Elizabeth after the final word was written. If I ever decide to embark on this last journey into the Converging universe, I can assure readers that this novel will have an emphatic ending, beyond which nothing will remain to be told.
Writers are a strange breed and because of the methodology I employ in my work, perhaps I’m amongst the strangest of the lot. I won’t pretend to speak for other writers, but I’m sure that it’s not uncommon for writers to develop a keen affection for their characters. Elizabeth has long been my favorite character and the decision to open old wounds and inflict new ones will not be taken lightly…in the meantime, that niggling itch is bound to become a relentless drone…