Jeff Wade's Blog - Posts Tagged "drawer-7"
IT IS ACCOMPLISHED!
Drawer #7 is finally in the hopper! Unlike with Survivors, I went into a mild funk—then a not-so-mild depression—the moment I clicked "publish." I felt lost. Alone. Despondent. I did not at first make the connection. Then one day it occurred to me: I miss those guys! Complicated Zoe. Simple Freddie. Innocent Julie. Ever-chipper Christie. Mixed-up Bruce. Even demented Paxyl and the bloated egos of the DSA.
But especially Big Man.
I suppose that's what happens when you spend a year galavanting in your mind, hanging out with imaginary friends. It's a little creepy, honestly. More than a little! Crazy as it may sound, once I realized what was going on, I just allowed myself to go through the process, all the stages of grief. This despite the fact my loss was only in my head. I suppose the subconscious doesn't know the difference.
As I stewed on it, I consoled myself with two things:
1. Although I didn't plan it this way, I realized a sequel was yearning to be born. "Drawer #8," I jokingly call it. So, I'll see the gang again someday.
2. I have a backlog of story ideas, the characters of which are hanging in suspension, just waiting for that literary breath of life.
This helped immensely. But what really gave me peace was this: Freddie and Zoe and Julie and Big Man and all the rest of them were coming to life again—in the imagination of my dear friends: Readers.
You.
I sincerely thank you for taking a chance on a new author; for giving my imaginary friends a new world in which to thrive.
C u in storyland!
Jeff
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But especially Big Man.
I suppose that's what happens when you spend a year galavanting in your mind, hanging out with imaginary friends. It's a little creepy, honestly. More than a little! Crazy as it may sound, once I realized what was going on, I just allowed myself to go through the process, all the stages of grief. This despite the fact my loss was only in my head. I suppose the subconscious doesn't know the difference.
As I stewed on it, I consoled myself with two things:
1. Although I didn't plan it this way, I realized a sequel was yearning to be born. "Drawer #8," I jokingly call it. So, I'll see the gang again someday.
2. I have a backlog of story ideas, the characters of which are hanging in suspension, just waiting for that literary breath of life.
This helped immensely. But what really gave me peace was this: Freddie and Zoe and Julie and Big Man and all the rest of them were coming to life again—in the imagination of my dear friends: Readers.
You.
I sincerely thank you for taking a chance on a new author; for giving my imaginary friends a new world in which to thrive.
C u in storyland!
Jeff
PS: For new release announcements and free fun stuff, join my mailing list at JeffWade.com!
