Hello. I am posting this for new readers that stumbled upon my story ‘Love and Cigarettes’. You may not be aware, but it’s one of my earliest works. And while I’m fond of it, I consider it as one of my flawed stories.
I was never able to continue with ‘My First and Last Smoke’ (the supposed sequel for Lars Altaria) because I lost my spark in writing. It’s been six or seven years, and I don’t think I would ever be able to continue it, since my genre and interests in writing have shifted completely.
And so, I’m posting this to say it once and for all: I don’t think ‘My First and Last Smoke’ will ever be published, because I no longer have the drive and inspiration to write it. Still, thank you for reading ‘Love and Cigarettes’ and I’m sorry for not being able to give you the sequel.
I know that the ending left a bittersweet impression, and some even called it a shitty ending. But then again, it’s a story I wrote when I was younger, and it’s what I felt right at that time. It’s a reflection of how I perceived life at that age.
Despite that, I hope you find comfort in the fact that the main characters in ‘Love and Cigarettes’ were happy and contented with their lives at the end of the story.
