The third book in the Rapture trilogy, Apocalypse, will be finished in about three short weeks. I’m on school holidays at the moment and churning out 4k per day. At the end of each of these days, I’m a shattered wreck, sucked dry of all creativity, feeling like a piece of me has been transferred onto the page along with the words. I imagine that I emerge from the garage in the evenings looking a little vampiric – one that hasn’t fed for some time.
The subject matter is, of course, draining. I am writing about the end of the world after all. Saying that, I have mixed feelings about finishing the trilogy. I’ll be saddened to see the back of Sam, but elated to have finally completed such an achievement. I imagine all authors feel this way – especially when they complete a trilogy or a series of books. The characters and the worlds that have been built are a part of them. Like me, they have taken on their characters emotions, their hopes and fears.
Even now though, I’m starting to think of new projects. In fact, I’ve already started a new YA novel that I aim to finish next year. Of course that project is also competing for attention with a host of other ideas floating around my noggin.
I have to stay focused though and do Sam and his world justice. I won’t fail him now, not when I’m so close. Sam deserves nothing less from me, especially after all he’s been through. He doesn’t give up or settle for mediocrity when only excellence will do. I can do no less.