And, of course, I have had a two year conversation with my characters in the stalled novel. They only talk to me about the rules they live by, their history in abstract, no specifics of their day to day, no sense of the stories they want to tell. I am listening politely, at the moment, as they tell me about how they handle funerals and raise children, and have sex, and teach each other. Not the stuff of the story, but the deep background that I try not to let bore me. But I want to know where they are going, where they will end up at the conclusion of this phase of their lives. I don't want to be the kind of writer that can't write an ending. I enjoyed C.J. Cherryh and the beginning of other writers (pick any SF/Fantasy trilogy+ series writer) that I will never read again, because they can't end their books. I don't want to be that kind of author. So, until I can find an end, this book will never be.
I gnash.
Honestly, I need some help here, and have nowhere to turn.
1 comment:
What occurs to me is that you are on the verge of finding out how your novel ends.
Just caught up with your last several posts and the lively energy that made them possible. Wow!
Have loved your self-portraits from the beginning of visiting One Word. That was what engaged my attention. I keep returning to see them as well as to hear what you have to say in your distinctly creative and forthright voice.
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