To clarify, what we’re talking about here is not the characters who meet their untimely demises in the Croak books (of which, I grant you, there are several). What readers have begun asking is whether I miss the characters who took up residence inside my head five years ago when I started writing them, and who have been evicted from the premises now that the trilogy is over.
And the answer is yes, of course I do. Dearly. I brought them up from infancy, from the nookiest crannies of my brain, onto the page, and out into the world. I miss bantering with Lex and Driggs. I miss wondering about what batshit thing Uncle Mort is going to do next. I miss emo Poe. As the crazy chimp show lady at the Great New York State Fair said about her furry adopted children, “I’M THE ONLY MOTHER THEY’VE EVER KNOWN.”
*eye twitch* *eye twitch*
But I feel okay about it. They set out what they needed to do. They grew up. “Sunrise Sunset” played softly in the distance, and then their journey came to a close, and we’ve all moved on. New characters have taken up residence, and now they’re the ones I get to put through hell, according to my whims and fancies.
Besides…you do know that I can still technically hang out when them whenever I want, right? That is how imagination works. We hang out all the time, in fact, at that nightclub that exists solely on the backs of unicorns. In space.
Kicking planets like soccer balls.
Have a burning question that needs answering? Go ahead, ask me!