On Endings
It’s day 26 in National Novel Writing Month, and I’m currently writing the end of Hunters. I’m a bit over 46,000 words, which is pretty good for this point in the story. A couple more scenes, and I’m done.
I should be confident, very pleased with my progress… but I’m not.
The lead-up to the main climax of the book is when the characters are going through the worst hell. And that’s always hell on me. I am SO glad that I have a long weekend to do that work in. Words cannot express it.
I’m really not good with endings. It’s not that I don’t write good endings, but that they’re quite difficult for me. I don’t like them. I wrestle with every word, and agonize over whether I’m doing it right. It even carries over into reading; I hate coming to the end of a book. I even have a term for it: Biblioterminophobia.
What’s carrying me forward right now, is that when I get these last few scenes written, and cross the finish line, I can put this darn thing away for a couple months and do something that’s less emotionally draining. In fact, I’m hoping I can finish it tonight or tomorrow, so I can write something very lighthearted and fun on Sunday.
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