I have written so many stories over the years. Several full-length novels I did not think were worth the time or effort to put into print, some too short, some just fell apart and were no more. I have to say, the characters I created in Shadows I grew attached to. I loved them!
Crystal with her stubborn determination, Bobby’s recklessness and Justin’s struggle for sanity created a place in my heart for all three. Despite my love for these characters, their stories did not write themselves. As a matter of fact, this story began as a totally different idea. Once I got to know Crystal, that began to change, until it became a totally different goal (but I’ll share that in a different blog).
I loved these characters so much that when I got to the end, and I’m looking at the last words I would write about them, I cried. I cried every time I edited and got to the end. I never experienced that before, and strangely I’m afraid that will never happen again.
I never considered turning Shadows into a series, it just wouldn’t be the same. They had a story to tell, and I told it. It’s sad, at times humorous, but always there is that struggle to survive in a country torn apart by war while trying to hold on to the people they were. I guess their struggle, despite I was writing it, made me sympathetic, and I wanted so much to get them out of the horrors of war. But as it did for the historic figures I researched and peppered into the story, the war dragged on and on. So, my three main characters had to trudge continuously forward, until the end.