It’s just so weird for me. Almost ten years of waiting for the next book.
I wrote fanfic. I wrote fairly ok fanfic for a 16 year old girl. I was the most popular Harry Potter fanfiction author for a while, based on fanfiction.net’s statistics. I made some friends I still have and some I wish I had still. My siblings and I would read the books aloud together the day after they came out. I didn’t this year because I’m grown up and married and living far away but the other six all did.
Now I will have to go and write the stories I like, since there is no other author I can rely on to give me the stories I crave. Well, she inspired my writing once. Maybe this time I can actually write my own world rather thank borrowing hers.
Here’s to you, Jo Rowling, and thanks.
she’ll be back, even the pumpkins came back. well, half of them.