For Friday, April 15, 2016:
“The hard part about writing a novel is finishing it.”
“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.”
Yes, and yes. Even ten years after I finished my first novel, I would – and did – find ways to refine it a little bit more. This past week, too, I’ve been working out a suggestion by one of my beta readers for my second novel. Her suggestion was really good and, now that I have finished the addition (and the necessary tweaks to complete the new transitions), I think I may have finished the book. Again. As always, I’ll let it all sit for a few days, impatient though I am, and then go over it one more time.
This one will be easier to finish – to let it go out of my hands and into the world – because there will be a second book in the series, so the characters and the story will and do(es) continue. I could have folded some of them into the current novella, but I decided to let this one serve as an introduction instead.
At the same time, I couldn’t stop the story just any old place. It had to make sense, it had to be complete in and of itself.
I know I will refer to this first story in the one to come, so I will see these friends again. Those of you who write fiction know how attached we get to the characters who come to life in our work. I think this novella may be finished, but I know they’re not. Their story continues, and I can’t wait to visit them again.