A while ago I was in my car, driving home. I was thinking about life, the universe and everything (I know, I shouldn’t read The HitchHiker’s Guide to the Galaxy in my mind while driving) when I suddenly had the best idea for the next Wicked Witch book. And that’s not book 15 because that’s already written. It’s also not book 16, because that’s already written. It’s for book 17. Because that’s not written yet.
(I may not always make sense but I have my numbers in order. So far.) What happened, you may wonder. Or not.
As I was going along I was thinking about the e-mails I have received from some of you. (Yes, at times I get e-mails from Hilda-fans.) Without going into too much detail (as book 17 still has to be written) I thought that I should dedicate this book to the people in dire circumstances who find some joy and support in the adventures of the witch and the wizard. The hospitalised people, the people who are ill without having to spend time in hospital beds too often.
Their stories, some of them heart-wrenching, are so touching and incredible that this is something I feel I have to do. So Hilda book 17 will honour those people. To give them even more support from the witch and the wizard.
I sincerely hope that they are able to read this, that they hear about this in some way or another. You all are wonderful people and if there is anything I can do for you in my writing to make your life a little nicer then I will do that.
Paul, Hilda, William, Babs, Charisma, Obsi and Grim.