On Writing THE END

/ PaigeRandall

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It’s over? Is it really and truly over? I started a few months ago, staring at a blank screen with a flashing little line. It pulsates, that little line. Write. Now. Write. Now. Write. Now.

And suddenly there is a place.
And the place is filled with people.
And the people are filled with stories.
And their world becomes my world and I like their world.
I like it a lot.

I like their secrets and their honesty. I like their selfishness and their caring. I like their fear and their courage. I like their pain. Oh I like their pain so very much.  And I love their passion. I also like their hair. They have really great hair.

And then it is done.

For my whole life, I thought of typing the words THE END as a leap across a finish line, with a ribbon across my chest and my arms raised in a V for victory.

But I’m not ready to say goodbye to these characters just yet. There are more stories to tell.

-THE BEGINNING-

11 thoughts on “On Writing THE END”

  4. Congrats on reaching the end of your story!
    When reading, I’ve always gotten sad when finishing a really good book because it was the end of my time with those characters, and it’s a hundred times worse when it’s your own characters you have to say good-bye to. But who knows who you’ll come up with next?
    Good luck on your next project!

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  5. It’s a great feeling – a champagne moment. In my case there was a lot more work to do after I reached the end. The end was only the beginning, it turned out. Hope your first draft is a winner!

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