It’s a surreal thing, the day when a book ceases to belong to YOU, and instead belongs to EVERYONE.
It’s a happy, sad, strange, wonderful, surreal thing.
And today, I experienced that mix of emotions for the third time, when VICIOUS officially hit shelves.
I’m supposed to let go now, to give my morbid little book up to the world and step away, and tug my skin–everything I pulled away to write and rewrite–back together, nice and tight around me.
I have never been so ready, and so not ready at the same time.
I am ready to share, of course. But not to let go. And I don’t think I ever will be, not with this book.
I miss my characters. I miss my world. And I’m so excited that other people can now discover it, and in a way I will be able rediscover it through them. Rediscover what it feels like, meeting Victor and Eli, Syd and Serena. The rush, the thrill, the shock, the surprise.
VICIOUS is the only book I re-visit, not as an author, but as a reader. Like saying hello to friends. For nearly three years, they were my friends. Still are, somewhere in my head.
Confession: on bad days, I write new scenes. Ones that take place after VICIOUS, little fragments of a story I hope one day I get to share. For now, it’s mine. But then again, so was VICIOUS
Anyway, VICIOUS is out there now. I hope you’ll go and find it. Give a read. Say hello to my old friends. Maybe they’ll become yours, too.
All my love.