I just finished giving THE REVERIE it’s last, final, etched in stone, permanent, no going back read. Like a new carpenter’s first project, it’s far from perfect. Chances are it’s not going to win me a pulitzer, or be taught in schools for years to come, or create a massive fan base of devoted readers. With that said, I can honestly admit that it has been one of the greatest, if not the greatest, achievement I’ve ever done in my life. I couldn’t be happier or more proud of myself for having the discipline to sit down and write (and publish) a novel without having any prior experience. If I do nothing else I can always say that I’ve done this.
It’s an odd time for me finishing THE REVERIE. Everybody I know is excited to read it and learn about it, where I am ready to be done with it. I’m halfway through the next manuscript and have already mapped out several short stories that I’m trying to get through as well. THE REVERIE, to me, is now my old work. I’m going back to school in the fall and I’m hoping to grow as a writer. The goal is that the next novel I finish will be better than this one, and the one after that even better. But there is a special place in my heart that will always be reserved for THE REVERIE. The characters, despite being products of my imagination, are more real in my life than many real people I know. I’ve learned from them, grew with them, suffered with them, and forever will remember them as real people. THE REVERIE will always be something real to me, something that has physically happened regardless of it not occupying time or space. And I as take the next big step and advance my writer career I am excited about the new “real” people I’m going to meet, but at the same time feel a little depressed, as if I’m saying goodbye to some very close friends. I know that if I ever want to see them again that all I need to do is pick up the book and give it a read, but that provides as much solace as knowing if I ever want to talk to an old friend all I need to do is pick up a phone. As true as that is, life tends to get in the way, so before I introduce THE REVERIE to the world I have to put it on my book shelf and say goodbye.
Goodbye Martin. Goodbye Janice. Goodbye Sean. Goodbye Dan. Goodbye Tim. Goodbye Alex. Goodbye Jenny. Goodbye Miguel. Goodbye Joey. Goodbye Fernando. Goodbye Mary. Goodbye Noah. Goodbye Hector. Goodbye Liam. Goodbye Sergei. Goodbye Nikolai. And goodbye everybody else who made this story as great as it could be. Good luck in the world…I’m sure we’ll meet again.