The approaching conclusion to Rook prompts my thought for the day:
Every new beginning requires an ending. Sometimes, we see endings as a death. Endings are not a termination---terminations are only in our minds---endings are movements in a process that is ongoing. Changes are not endings.
It's odd, but Rook is the first story I've wanted a sequel to---and thought I had material to do---before I've finished writing it. Maybe it's because of the rather large tableau I created. Maybe it's because of how some of the relationships are ending. Every other fic I've done, I've felt that all was said that I wanted to say. This one...is totally different. I'm not even sure it has a big enough audience to warrant a sequel (by my web stats, it certainly doesn't have the readership that Rhapsody or Charms does, which may be because it's an AU), but I'll probably do it anyway. Not for awhile yet, though. If the schedule holds and I keep my current writing pace up, it won't get started until the end of 2004, and who knows, maybe Spuffy will be dead by then.
