We’ve all been there as readers, writers and viewers. We spend an inordinate amount of time obsessing over worlds created by other humans and then suddenly the series is over.
It’s over and you’ve lost your best friends. A wave of sadness envelops you as you walk the dog. You realize it’s because you’ve finished that damned series.
Talk of possibly more books or a revival on Netflix give you only momentary relief because you just know the new stuff just won’t be the same …
I seriously hate endings no matter how happy. It’s especially true when it’s YOUR own characters you have to say farewell to.
I suppose all creators feel a sense of accomplishment at the end of things — but with such a mix of sadness too!
I’m happy to release the final book of THE TENAFLY ROAD SERIES so readers get to see how Buck, William, Thankful and Lucy finally work things out, but forgive me the tiny bit of depression I feel at leaving them all behind.
Empty nest syndrome for writers is kind of awful (yet a weird privilege).
So … how do you deal with getting to the end of a series? Let me know in the comments!
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Here’s a sample.
(Buck has foolishly taken his new wife to Saratoga Springs, New York for a honeymoon/business trip):
“We keep having to worry about everyone’s opinions, but why, Buck? We have each other.”
“Everything is so simple for you. But I have to make sure everyone’s boats stay afloat.”
“Boats float on water, not on you,” Lucy said with a little laugh.
He didn’t laugh, though her smile was so damned cute. “The water boy Corny or whatever his name is—he looks to be about your age—about my brother Nathan’s age. Thankful said you should have married Nathan. Did you like him better? I’d understand. He can be amusing at times.”
“Can he? I never noticed,” she said. “I don’t know why I ever thought you were mature, Buck, because you’re worse than the boys when I was ten.”
“How many were there?”
He could never sit still for long, his nervous energy prompting him to stand and sit and then feel uncomfortable sitting on the steps. “All day today Preston let his eyes wander,” he said, waiting for her reaction. “I don’t believe in wandering eyes, Lucy … at least I mean that once I’m set on someone—I mean you—well, this isn’t the same thing as Alma, whom I never liked—or loved. You do understand that she was more of an insurance, just in case.”
Lucy stared in astonishment at the way Buck’s mind worked.
“I’m no romantic, but I liked to picture Preston and Lottie and you and me successfully working and recreating together,” Buck said with his usual stiffness.
Lucy laughed. “You don’t know how to recreate!”
He laughed a little too.
“So where is Preston, tonight?”
He stood again, running his hand along the banister. “With a poet girl—an awful feathery, flighty socialite who forces everyone to endure her poems about acorns,” he said. “The Trasks seem sincere about everything. I don’t trust that. They’re far too fond of beauty for beauty’s sake and symbolism and—emotional in their affections for everyone. It makes my skin crawl a little, but I guess all of that flattery and the lovey-dovey manner they have with each other—I guess it’s nice in a way. It’s better than how I’ve been treating you.”
Lucy looked into his guarded eyes. “What do you want me to say?”
He looked away. His little confession of admiration for things lovey-dovey embarrassed him.
Lucy played with the torn lace on her skirt. “But I’ll say this for myself. I don’t believe in divorce.”
Buck turned back to face her with the eagerness of his younger brother Nathan. “Never, under any circumstances?”
“Except if you ever keep a girl for insurance again, or even make eyes with a girl. If you aren’t interested in just me, then we can quietly divorce, and I’ll move to New London.”
Buck regretted giving her so much time to think of moving to New London and was surprised at her strength. “I’m interested in you. Very much so. And you really mean to stay even through the worst mishaps?”
“Buck, if I ever find that you speak to this Alma or befriend another girl or lady … I won’t have it.”
Buck sat close now and took Lucy’s hand in his. “Lucy, I’ve been such a fool. I’ve spoiled our time. I promise not even once did Alma hold a flame compared to you.”
“I should like it if we never mention her name again.”
“Yes, yes, I understand, and from now on I won’t even talk to another lady unless it’s my mother or one of my sisters.”
“This must include Lottie—who you’ve apparently told all of your secrets to.”
Buck looked off again, much like a young colt bristling a little after a long bit of training. “Yes, I did do that. She made me feel like one of them, and I’m not much of a drinker—I don’t know—she easily got things out of me.”
Lucy smiled, shaking her head. “You may be embarrassed of me being so young and all, but Buck, I want to be the one who takes care to know every detail about you. I never want to find out things through another.”
9 responses to “What Do You Do When You Finish a Series?”
Congrats on finishing this series. I can see the relief as well as the sadness.
Starting a new project feels a little overwhelming though. I’ve lived in this one world for so long…
Congrats on this! Amazing. I hope you focus on the good feeling rather than the empty nest feeling. At the end of a series, I need a little time before returning to the “real world.” Usually, I clean or organize in my house–until I’m ready to face the world outside my house & imagination again:).
House cleaning does seem to do the trick sometimes. After my in-laws moved out of our house I scrubbed down all the walls. LOL.
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Repeats are lovely to watch but I remember feeling so sad after the final episode of ‘Porridge’ was screened, Ronnie Barker that true comic genius decided he’d had enough and no one could convince him to carry on 😦 ..
I felt that way about Doctor Quinn, Medicine Woman with Jane Seymour. It was a sweet show (a little lame) and it was a little too PC for my taste but I loved it anyway.
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You may be feeling that little twinge of regret that it’s all over. But Adrienne, so many people only talk of writing a book and here you have completed writing SIX! SIX!!!!
Tomorrow is another day – another heroine said that, and then we got to imagine that she moved on to her newest project.
And so will you.
Fiddle-dee-dee! Lol. 😉
Gosh- it really is hard to finish- especially if you’re coming to the end of your own series. I relate so much!