The Mythos Trials: End of a Trilogy
In which I ramble on in sentimental fashion...
It’s been five years since I started The Mythos Trials–seven and a half since I started the trilogy as a whole. So yeah, I have some feelings about this.
It’s wild to me that I’ve been working on this series since I was twenty-six. So much has changed since then–about the stories, about the characters, about myself. A lot has stayed the same, too: like how I feel about these characters and the obstacles they’ve faced.
Though I’m comfortable with them, even take them for granted at times, I still find myself wanting their company after all these years. It’s not as urgent a need as it used to be, this much is true. But the longing is still there.
I hold no delusions that my work is amazing; I know it isn’t. It has its moments, it has some decent content from page to page–but amazing? No. How it’s made me feel–this journey, the characters themselves, however? That has been amazing to me.
What else could it be, that it’s evoked so many (oftentimes, conflicting) emotions over the course of its lifetime? The Whispers of Nowhere Trilogy is a part of me: like every writing attempt before it, every story I’ve done for fun, every story I’ve used to sharpen my skills, fanfiction or original, every story I’ve written since. Yet, it’s even more so, for it is where my career was born. Not a lucrative career, perhaps, but a career regardless–and one I don’t regret. Not in the least.
All I can think about is the beginning, the way it felt to sit with my laptop and let the words pour out of me and into my fingertips. It was the first time in nearly ten years that I’d found myself able to write something other than fanfiction; something I could call my own. I remember it so vividly, and yet the feeling itself is merely an echo. But it’s still there, a constant reminder; that feeling of falling in love for the first time, or perhaps the first time in a long time.
Even with The Spectrum Chronicles to look forward to, it isn’t the same. I might be occupying the same world, interacting with some of the same characters–but it won’t and can’t be the same. Not without Gwen, of course, but there’s more to it than that.
While working on the beginning and end of each WoN novel gave off a very distinct feeling, the fact that they’re intrinsically linked to one another–especially the connection to Whispers of Nowhere, itself–has allowed me to revisit very specific feelings.
Each project I’ve worked on has inspired its own sentimentality, its own rush, its ups and downs. These experiences, however similar to one another, are still unique–as well they should be.
But this first series?
Of course it holds a particularly special place in my heart–for without it, none of the others would exist. Or at least not as they are. Perhaps another story, another series would have a hold on me in place of this one; one that might mean as much to me as the WoN Trilogy does.
But I’m glad it’s this one. I’m glad my first series, with all its glittering, broken pieces and smudges, all its beauty and flaws, is the one I came up with. The one to inspire this profound love, this sense that no matter how many stories I write, I’ll forever be chasing the high that this one gave me.
Even now, these words feel so trite, so hollow. Funny that a writer should find no words are strong enough to convey what this series has meant to her–yet here I sit, frustrated that I couldn’t express things in a way that would allow you to understand the depth of what these books have meant to me. They’ve so often been a comfort when I’m at my loneliest, a means of dispelling old hurts and traumas, of soothing them.
In a nutshell, I put a lot of myself into these stories; more than I meant to.
All I can hope is that when you read them, the books speak for themselves.
So here is where I leave off: whether you’ve been with Gwen and the others since the beginning or have newly stumbled upon their tales, I thank you for giving the WoN Trilogy the time of day. As long as there are people who love these characters and their world, their adventures will never truly end.
1 note · View note