I’m in the midst of the end of my book.
Things are becoming so much clearer now. So much clearer. Finally! Oh, finally…
Hopefully I finish the draft tomorrow. I just thought of some wonderful stuff to cover in the last few pages; the lessons we’ve learned. The conflict still to come.
There is so much work still to be done on these two manuscripts (and I just had an idea for the title of the second of the split-halves this one draft will be come, and I think I love it, but I’m going to keep it to myself for now)…it’s overwhelming, to be honest…but I’m also actually excited about it. At least right now as I sit here.
These stories really, REALLY truly come down to internal genre when it comes to caring about what’s happening…when the action scenes at the end of a tale give us goosebumps, and we find ourselves crying out “yes!” when the hero ultimately prevails…it’s all about what that hero has been through, how they’ve changed, and what they’ve learned or earned. It’s how they’re feeling that matters to us the most, not the explosions or the badass moves…it’s the fact that they’ve redeemed themselves, or that they’ve learned a lesson on the truth of life and death, or that they’ve beaten an inner demon, one that was inside their own head, or that they’ve found love…that’s what we really cheer for. Those kinds of things. Everything else, all the bombast and spectacle really only serve that.
Anywho…it’s time for me to go. I must sleep. The book awaits me tomorrow, and I really want to finish.
Good night 🙂