So anyway, that was the beginning, and I really was quite sure. But I do have remnants of common sense, and I called the British publisher and said, do you have any suggestions? And I called an editor in New York whose opinion I trust and said, do you have any suggestions? Anybody better out there? And that went on for a number of weeks while I stewed on this decision a bit.
And then I called Brandon Sanderson. And I didn’t do the professional thing and say, hey Tor, give me his number. I thought Provo, Utah, that’s got to be . . . that big. I called information, and I got a woman who answered the phone. I said, is this Brandon Sanderson’s house? She said, yes it is. And I said well, my name’s Harriet McDougal, and I’m the widow of Robert Jordan, and I’d like to talk to him about finishing the series that my husband wrote. And she said, I have no idea what you’re talking about. [laughter] It was the other Brandon Sanderson.
He’s a wrestler. [laughter] That’s all I know about him. Google mixed us up. Bing mixed us up. [laughter]
So anyway, then I called New York, got the right number, and called Brandon.
And so I got up in the morning . . . Now, I keep an artist’s schedule. That’s a nice way of saying that I sleep in till noon. I work from about . . . I do a lot of my writing from about ten until four a.m., and then I sleep until about noon, and then I get up. And then I work from about noon until five, doing mostly during that time email and things like that. But anyway, so I get up, and every day when I get up, the first thing that I do is I check my voicemail. I used to—now I let people call my assistant. Voicemail annoys me. I’ll answer it if it’s Harriet.
But I listened to my voicemail, and there was a voicemail that said, ‘Hello Brandon, this is Harriet McDougal. I would like you to call me back. There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.’ And she said . . .oh, ‘Robert Jordan’s widow’, but I already knew who Harriet McDougal was. And so, I just got this voicemail, I’m like, what . . . what? Now, you’ve got to remember, it’s not like I applied for this or anything.
No.
I did not. And it’s not like I had any clue. I honestly assumed that it was taken care of, and it was just a fan wanting to read what came out, just like everyone else. And so I called Harriet back, and she didn’t answer. She was out having a massage.
Yeah.
So I called my editor, and he didn’t answer. But he never answers, so it’s okay. But then I called my agent, who always answers, and he didn’t answer. And so I wandered upstairs to my wife and I—this is one of those distinct memories that get kind of burned in your brain—and I walked into the bedroom, and she was folding clothes or something, and I said, Robert Jordan’s widow just called me. And my wife is like, what?
Because, when we got married, we exchanged books. She had to read the Wheel of Time, and I had to read Robin McKinley—Robin McKinley’s book is like that. But she was well versed in the Wheel of Time. She’d actually read Eye of the World before we got married, so that was a point in her favor early in the dating process. She hadn’t read the whole series, which she has done now. And she said, so what did Robert Jordan’s widow want? And I said, I don’t know, I can’t get a hold of her!
And so my wife . . . she said she’s never seen me that nervous. And she really hasn’t. I’m not the nervous type. I’m very comfortable with lots of different situations. I’m just kind of a go with the flow sort of guy. If you get my wife up here, she says that on that day, I was more nervous than on my wedding day—she says that jealously.
[laughter]
But I had months to get ready for the wedding. This was out of nowhere, right? It just came out of nowhere. And I finally got smart, and I called up Tor. And I got a hold of Patrick Nielsen Hayden, who is one of the editors there. And I said, Patrick, Robert Jordan’s widow just called me. And Patrick said—I remember this distinctly, too—oh yeah, that’s probably what you think it is. [laughter] I’ll have her call you back. And I’m like, what do I think it is, Patrick? He wouldn’t say a word. He would not say a word. He knew Harriet very well and knew that he did not want to be breaking any news. And so, Harriet called me back, and she said, well, I was just wondering if you would be interested . . . we’re compiling a short list.
Yes, a short list. [laughter] But, that’s not what I said. We’re compiling a short list.
A short list of people we’re considering, and I’m wondering if you would be interested in finishing the Wheel of Time. And I said, aaahhhhhhh. [laughter] I always say this, and everyone laughs, but really it’s true. I don’t know if Harriet remembers it, but I could not speak. I had to write her an email the next day in which I said, I promise I can form coherent sentences. I was completely unable to reply to her. I did get out a ‘yes’.
Yes.
But that was about it. I was just stuttering and things. And then that night, it hit me. That night I couldn’t sleep, as one might imagine, and I came to the realization—a couple of realizations. The first one being, holy cow, if I screw this up . . . [laughter] It’s going to be the worst disaster of my life. Both personally, because I love these books, and because I know there’s like ten million fans who will all find out where I live and then they will . . .
And they’ll write things that begin, Sanderson who . . .
Yes. And I thought if I screw this up, and it kind of went further than that with me thinking, how can I not screw this up? Because the only person who could write this the right way is Robert Jordan, and anyone who tries to write the book is going to screw it up to an extent, because it won’t be one hundred percent his vision, the way it was supposed to be.
And I still believe that. I think we got really close. I think we made fantastic books. I think we did a wonderful job. I’m very proud of my work, but at the same time I acknowledge it’s not quite what he would have done. There’s no way for me to do what he would have done.
And so I debated calling and saying no, because I thought, nobody can do this. It is impossible to do this work. And something stopped me. Kind of the third realization of the night, which was: What would happen if I said no, and they went and they hired somebody who didn’t love the series? What would happen? And there are a lot of writers out there who are better than I am. I will be up front with that. I know many a writer who were much better writers than I, but none of them had read the Wheel of Time. Maya Angelou hasn’t read the Wheel of Time, you know. And . . . what would happen if one of them took over the Wheel of Time, and then wrote it beautifully, but didn’t get the characters right? And didn’t do the book the right way? It would be my fault. Because I said no, and I could have done it.
And I came to the realization that if Robert Jordan couldn’t write the books, as a writer myself, yes I wanted to do it, because I really felt that I would screw it up the least. I felt—maybe some of you have felt something like this—like, I’m going to do it myself. And I had these moments of, yes I will do this, and I will do this myself. And I will make sure that everyone who’s out there like me, terrified of what’s going to happen, that they get the book, and it’s the right book—that it’s still the Wheel of Time.
And so, that’s when I wrote that email to Harriet the next day and I said, yes I want to do this. And I was very straightforward that time—no hemming and hawing this time—I really want to do this. I think I can do it, not as well as Robert Jordan, but better than anyone else out there. Because, if you take Wheel of Time fandom—and there are bigger Wheel of Time fans than me—but if you take all of Wheel of Time fandom, and you take pretty good fantasy writers, and you make a Venn diagram, I’m right there in the middle.
And so I said yes. And then Harriet said, well I need a little more time to consider, which is justified. And I went on book tour, completely nervous for an entire month, not able to tell people that I had been offered the chance to work on the Wheel of Time . . . maybe.
After this nerve wracking book tour, which—yeah, one of those tours. I was very early in my career—that was one of those tours where I would go to bookstores, and sometimes nobody would be there. And they would have not have ordered in the books, because they’re like, who are you again? And things like this. I got back, and Harriet called me and said, yes I would like you to do this.
In a few weeks, we had all contract negotiations done. Contract negotiations went like this. My agent—who I do love by the way—even though I . . . His job is to offer me the business side, right? Because I’m an artist. My agent said, okay we’ll do some negotiations, and this is our bargaining ground, and this . . . And I’m like, no, no, no, no. We just say yes. [laughter] And he’s like, well we could try to push for this, and I’m like no, no, no, no. We say yes. And so he had to call back right after the offer and say, we say yes. The shortest negotiation of my entire life. I had contracts in hand like lightning speed. When we got the offer on my first book, offer came in April. We had contracts in November. Offer on this came on Monday, and I think we had contracts on Thursday, or something like that. And within a week, I was flying to Charleston.
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