I’m writing this at the conclusion of season eleven of Freedom Lane. What recently aired this past Tuesday was the conclusion of season ten (which Blunt and I feel was some of our best work. What I’m talking about is the end of my writing of the first draft of the next season).
Finishing a project is bittersweet. The conclusion brings closure, which is something I sorely need in my life right now. I ended my relationship with Twitter, and I was able to regain some of my focus. One of the things I’m meant to do in my recent future is finish my open projects: Freedom Lane season 11, Blood Drive, The Secret of my Shemale Success, and Dusk vol. 2. Let’s cross Dusk vol 2 off that list since the stories are already written.
So that makes three unfinished projects, two only half done and one now concluded. Season eleven of Freedom Lane is, once again, some of my best work on this “show”. I’m happy with the season finale and the five episodes that precede it (as of now there are no plans for a special this season). I’m glad I have one of the unfinished projects off my plate, but I’m sad to see it end for the summer (or however long this break of mine lasts).
I’ve invested myself into these characters, even those who only pop up as neighbors or acquaintances. When I get into “FreeLa mode”, they’re all I think about. I’m happy to have this season completed so I can move on to finishing Blood Drive, but I’m sorry that I have to put them out of my mind for the next few months.
And then I think about my past characters. When was the last time I sat and daydreamed about Askharoth or Draken or the mermaid Kiz or even Zarola, the main character from my most recent book? I honestly can’t say. Why does finishing a book or series have to mean saying goodbye for the characters? They can’t all live on in sequels after all…
There comes a time to move on, no matter if you’re looking at a story or a relationship. Friends come and go. Jobs come and go. Stories end. People die. That’s the way life works. All we can do is put the past behind us and move on, looking back often to the good stuff and pushing the bad stuff out of our minds.
So I have heavy heart ending the most recent season of Freedom Lane, but I’m looking forward to getting back into Blood Drive; the journey of Christian and Evan, two vampires transporting a shipment of stolen blood across the United States while a hard boiled priest follows them, guns blazing. That’s not an advertisement. I’m actually excited to continue their tale.
But there is no goodbye in the long run, especially when it comes to all my friends from Freedom Lane and their loyal readers, however many are left after ten seasons. There’s only “see you later”. In the end, a “see you later” trumps the hell out of a “goodbye forever”.
See you later.