Someone asked me, “Do you ever dream about where your characters are now? Who they’ve become and how they continue to grow?”
Mostly because I think that one day I’d like to return to Green Lake to catch up with the gang, so I always have a little part of me that is thinking about what that story would entail and would happen to them in the interim. I have a vague idea of what happens to West, Silas, Elliot, and Whit in the years after Truest ends.
Am I going to tell you those ideas?
Sorry. No. Not yet.
I leave you with this poem.
But bottom line: assume the Green Lake kids are happy unless I write another book about them someday (which would necessitate conflict, of course).