You might recall that I predicted "Fairwil," the fourth and final Wilfair book, might surpass "Stay Awhile" in length, and while I hemmed and hawed over this, a few of you assured me that was a-ok.
So that's likely happening. Hoo boy.
When I started this all, a few years back, I was very concerned with toeing lines and obeying constructs and heeding lengths and smoothing feathers and following rules, much like Fair Finley at the start of her own bookly journey. Fair has to smash The Wilfair Hotel's mint dish, and I've had to learn how to smash a few of my own, too, along the way.
So now? Cautious line-toeing has gone fully out the (fogged-up) window. In short: Stick that noise!
Still on track for a late May ARC giveaway -- hooray! -- and feeling quite filled with emotion. Good emotion, happy emotion, because I've loved this. And I'm sad to see it go. It's time, and I like timely endings, but I know these people pretty well now, and I know you, which is far better than knowing my inside-the-book friends.
Bet I'll keep some of those other hotels mentioned in the books in my back pocket, just in case I'm inspired down the road. Nothing planned, but.
But.
Right now The Yuletidery and Funeral Inn and Hotel Everywhere are all tiny twinkles inside a brain folder called Someday, Maybe.
Not much else to say about "Fairwil" at this point except A) it'll be hefty B) really hefty C) maybe twice-the-size-of-Wilfair hefty D) it'll be sparkly and E) I sit here and evil-villain-laugh a lot when I think of you reading particular parts.
I evil-villain-laughed through some of "Redwoodian" and a lot of "Stay Awhile," mind you, and those parts happened to be the ones readers reported back to me they re-read the most.
My promise to you, then: I'm going to evil-villain-laugh my way through this thing, straight through to late May.
