I find myself the proud owner of two sequels: Shakespeare Makes the Playoffs and Further Adventures of Stoner & Spaz. The former is a done deal (ARCs are out and about) and the latter will be fine. He said optimistically.
I only mention this because I’ve heard myself say that sequels don’t interest me. And they didn’t until, apparently, they did. I can explain the urge to find out what happens to Kevin, the narrator of the Shakespeare books. Mostly I just wanted to write poems-in-forms and have that pay off in real money instead of contributor’s copies, the standard payment for literary magazines.
But for the other sequel, it wasn’t Ben who called to me. It was Colleen. Potty-mouthed, difficult, intransigent Colleen. Ben is still the narrator of the sequel, but Colleen is the star. Every time she’d step onto the page, the book lit up. I heard her voice everywhere, telling me where to put her and Ben next and what they should say. Until, a hundred and forty-five pages later, she was through with me.
Now I feel like the guy who woke up with a new tattoo in a strange room. And like that guy, I miss the person who led me there.