I just plunked down $17 for your book.
I’ve suspended disbelief.
I’m hanging on your every word.
I’ve committed time and energy to your work.
I want to like you.
No—you know what?
I want to love you.
I want to love your story.
I want to believe in you.
I want things to work out between us.
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Don’t destroy all we have with a cliffhanger ending.
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I adore a good series.
I love revisiting
favorite characters.
I love knowing
I can trust an author
to deliver
one satisfying story
after another.
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Provide that for me and I will order everything from your backlist.
I will pre-order your next book, no matter how long it takes you to write it.
I will be devoted to you.
I will tell my friends about you.
I will gush and embarrass myself with how much I love you.
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Play games with me?
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Toy with me?
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Withhold until. . .
I feed your publisher another $17. . .
or maybe another $17 after that?
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Forget it.
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Not only have you lost the sale, you’ve lost the fan.
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I have a great deal of sympathy for beginning authors who don’t quite nail the ending.
Some of my favorites wobbled a bit with their first books.
I savored the improvement of their writing
from one novel to the next
until finally
they wrapped their stories
around me
so completely
I reread the ending over and over
and cheered for them.
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I’m not talking about the new author who may be a bit clumsy, but endearing.
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I’m talking about the skilled professional
who could write a satisfying ending,
but chooses to court the dollar
and frustrate the reader.
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I’d rather have the earnest, awkward fumbling
of someone who wants to please me
over and over again.
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Now that’s a series.
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