The epilogue

A reader sent this to me today.

It’s a photograph of the epilogue of MEMOIRS OF AN IMAGINARY FRIEND, which creates quite a stir amongst many readers.

I love it.

When I finished the book, it had no epilogue. I went to bed thinking that my story was finished, but when I awoke the next morning, these nine sentences were in my mind, almost exactly as they appear on the page today.

It was actually not the way I wanted the book to end, but I think it’s the way the book was supposed to end, so I wrote these nine sentences before sending the manuscript off to my agent.

It’s odd how books sometimes decide things for themselves, even when the author thinks otherwise.