I like falling in love. I’m not ashamed to admit that I’ve been in love with a lot of different people over the course of my life. There’s something special about that window of time, after you meet someone special who just clicks. You spend time together, you share your interests, you experience the rush of firsts: secret smile, touch, kiss, embrace. Every discovery is thrilling. The chemistry takes you away from your regular reality to a place where you want to stay all the time, a place you don’t want to ever leave.
For readers, discovering a new series is a lot like falling in love. The characters are the people we want to spend all of our time with; they’re the ones who keep us coming back book after book. They show us their lives, and we live out their romances and fears as they do, on the page. When we’re forced to leave them for the responsibilities of our own lives, we race home to find them waiting for us, somewhere around page 60, or maybe 155 (but never 50 pages from the ending, because we would have just stayed home to finish the book, responsibilities be damned!). Discovering a new series is a lot like starting a new love affair.
As writers, we probably all fall a bit in love with our characters, and not just the ones we expect. I’ve killed off characters that I long to resurrect and have had to resolve love triangles where I myself honestly don’t want to choose. But we must make these decisions. Like a crush that wears out in time, like a romance that fizzles after it sizzles, we have to see things clearly and to bring reality to our work. We’re talking mysteries here, not full-on romance novels, and everything can’t keep coming up roses.
Which is entirely okay. In fact, I think it’s kind of expected. After all, even Cupid carries a weapon.
P.S. SUEDE TO REST in 13 days!!