Recently one of my favorite authors, Jennifer Crusie, and I'm not exaggerating here, I love her books, talked about ending her writing career. Her post made me sad, mostly because I'll never know what happens to some of my favorite minor characters like Simon from Faking It. I need another Dempsey novel, damn it!
Yet as a writer, I get it. Writing is hard (yes this is another whiny writer post). People don't realize the work not only writing but publishing a book takes. On a good day I can write 10 pages, but those days are rare. Most days I can't write at all, or worse, I have to work on self-promotion like facebook, blog posts, and the dreaded Tweet. It takes me about a year to write a novel, one that takes a reader a couple of hours to devour. Eventually one runs out of words to write, characters to torture, and plots to revise for the twenty time. So Jenny, as much as I love your books. I will let go of my Dempsey dreams and wish you the best. Thank you for years of entertainment and laughs.