Last Tuesday, I wrote two bitter-sweet words. The End. I’ve finished the first draft of The Stone of Kings.
On one hand, I’m super excited to be on track to get all the edits done and having people read it. The audience for Harp Lessons was my family. But the audience for The Stone of Kings are the people who enjoy series like Harry Potter or The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel. I can’t wait to share it when all the polishing is finished. 😀 Here is the blurb that I have for it so far:
Twelve year old Ardan is hopelessly distracted because he wants to meet a real faerie. But when he gets his hands on a mysterious red book loaded with faerie spells and accidentally sends himself three hundred years into Ireland’s future, he soon learns that there are more important things on which to focus his attention. Throw in some immortal druids, fun storytelling, a touch of forbidden romance, along with the music and antics of the legendary Irish harper, Turlough O’Carolan, and you’ll become swept up in a very real Irish mythological adventure.
So now for the bitter part. The excitement of writing an adventure story is over. Yeah I’ve got other ideas for more books. But this one is finished. It’s strange how as a writer you come to care about your characters as if they were real people. When I wrote ‘the end,’ it was as if I was writing ‘goodbye’ to them. Now I’ll be sending them off into the world to be edited, critiqued, and eventually appreciated post-publication. I hope my audience enjoys reading about them as much as I enjoyed writing about them.
If you are a writer, do you feel the same way getting to the end of a book?