Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Corny, I know, but I kept thinking, for the past week, I could see the end of this book. Not the 12,000 word original ending that I cut, but the new end. The one with the new timeline and the better conclusion and the tied up relationships that will leave the reader satisfied.
Well, a better ending anyway. One that felt like an end.
I knew what I wanted it to be. It was all written in my head. Getting the words on the page, though, was an entirely different matter. I struggled to make it just right.
But tonight I finished. I typed the last words and I knew: they were the perfect last words.
It isn't the end, of course. It's never the end until the book is in print; there will be one more good polishing run through and the critiques of my fabulous writing group to take into account. This will be the first submission I make to my MFA program, which means there will be revisions from that as well.
But I'm done with the good draft. The one that works. The holes are filled, the character's journey's complete. It feels... right.