Do you ever read a series of books, all in one weekend? Most of us don’t do that. And if you picked a series like, say, JD Robb’s series, you would be in big trouble, because there are like 49 kajillion of them. Or if you picked Stephenie Meyer’s series, those “Vampire” books, you might be struggling, too, because they are huge.
My daughter went to a dance convention last week, and it featured four dancers from the SYTYCD top 20. Those four just HAPPENED to be Utahns. We grow ’em talented here in Utah. But at any rate, my daughter’s best friend was telling me that she met one of the dancers (a male) down at a studio where she was learning a solo, and they bonded because they were BOTH reading the Stephenie Meyer books.
“Yeah, and you probably BOTH want to be with Edward, too,” quipped my smart-ass daughter. Yeah, it’s the dance world. They get used to that early.
My daughter was telling me who men in the dance industry were, early in her life. “That’s Dave Dancer and his partner Tim Tango,” she would say around age seven, without a moment’s hesitation. (The names have been changed to protect the talented. We don’t really care which way they swing as long as they have rhythm.)
If you don’t know who Edward is, or Stephenie Meyer, climb out of that cave and check out her Web site. She is America’s answer to JK Rowling, and in fact, there is currently a little controversy because the latest Harry Potter movie has been delayed. Some believe it is to avoid coming out at the same time as the movie based on Meyer’s characters, Twilight.
I suppose that is possible. Why on earth would ANYONE want those movies coming out against each other? Sounds dumb to me. I THINK that one of the former HP cast members stars as Edward. Help me fans of Meyer. Am I right? At any rate, even though Stephenie Meyer hardly needs my help, go check out the trailer to the movie. It is TRES cool, and gave me the creeps, which means it is working.
So back to my point. Have you ever tried to read a series in a weekend? There are four Twilight books. Forty-nine kajillion Eve and Rourke books. And, um, THREE Jenny T. Partridge books. How about that? Have you ever tried to read THOSE in a weekend? Well, some people have.
This week alone, I received FIVE emails from readers telling me they read ALL three books over the weekend. Quite frankly, I credit all of this to a very ardent bookseller at a B&N around the Philly area. She is awesome, and I KNOW she is plugging those books. I know, I know, my FIVE emails are piddly. Stephenie Meyer probably gets 5,000 a week.
But it warmed my heart to know that people embraced Jenny. I LOVE Jenny. In a lot of ways, Jenny is me. Silly, funny, a little eccentric, and terminally poor. In a lot of ways, of course, Jenny is NOT me. While I danced through college, and continue to appreciate the art, I no longer engage in it. I am still in touch with the world, of course, through Dancing Daughter and the different studios I work for. And dance teachers are still pretty much all crazy. Except her new teacher and studio owner, who is eccentric, and lovable and who LOSES MORE PHONES than Jenny. Hard to believe, I know.
There were many hard feelings as we left our last dance studio. It felt somewhat like a divorce. People were saying nasty things, and texting nasty messages. Backbiting and angry words were spoken. And that was from the MOMS!
I put it behind me, because I know we made the right choice. The new dance teacher and studio owner may be eccentric and like Jenny, but she is also business savvy, and smart and kind, and she KNOWS how to surround herself with the right people.
Again, I have digressed and rambled, haven’t I?
Oh well. That’s what Jenny is known for, and frankly, as I admitted, there is a LOT of me in Jenny.
Writing a series is a lot different from writing a standalone, and I have loved the experience. Unfortunately, when you write a series, you get attached to the characters. And you don’t want them to stop having adventures. At least I don’t. And a few of my readers (five this week. Did you read that?) don’t, either.
And you know what? That is what keeps you going. That is why we write.
If you are a writer, WHY do you write? And if not, why do you read?