I love reading. I love books. But sometimes, when I finish one that has been particularly good to me, I feel like I’ve lost a friend. And I don’t really know what to do afterwards. Do I read it again? Do I go read the reviews? Do I call up my mother and make her read it next? Do I cry? (I will admit that sometimes I cry.)
I’ve decided that as a writer, I don’t need to make a million dollars, or have millions of copies of my books in print. I just want someone to feel they have lost a friend when they’ve finished reading something I’ve written. Or slow down the last few chapters to make it last longer. Or crack it open and immediately start reading again. If my writing can do this for one person, I will be happy.