I cried yesterday. Several times. The Field is going away at the end of this month, and it’s not coming back. Of course, I will always have it, and the people who have already read it or will pick it up this month will always have it. And of course, even when it’s out of print, people may pass it on their copies to other readers. But, as far as a concerted effort to reach more readers with the story and characters is concerned – well, that is over.
Last night, I was praying with a mentor, and she was talking about our books being like the seeds of John 12:24 that fall to the ground and die before they grow up. And I wonder if – in a roundabout way – this is The Field’s planting, not its burial. I don’t see how, but life principles tell me it could be. What is planted will be reaped.