Love the poetry in the title of this post. Love the feeling right now that I've handed over the manuscript to my fab editor and I'm going to stop thinking about the book now.
I wrote the end. I re-wrote the end. I re-wrote the re-written ending until I had satisfied my IR (what Stephen King called the Ideal Reader), my 20 year old daughter, Mackenna. She has moved out of home to another city to study being a vet so I emailed her the final chapters this afternoon and later we talked for half an hour on the phone and she told me that I was being too G-rating in my ending.
'But, I don't write sex scenes,' I cried.
'Mum, they're not having sex in the street - it's just a kiss,' she said (or something like that or maybe I thought she said that or maybe I made it up but it certainly would be something she would say.)
I then read her the raunched up sizzling end (after being reminded by said 20 year old all the shit and hell my hero has been through the past years) and got the thumbs up.
She gave some excellent specific advice and lots of 'well done, Mum' comments and so I'm satisfied I've provided you, dear reader, with a thrilling climatic final book in the trilogy.
Stats:
Synopsis written:23/08/2009
First chapter finished:15/07/2010
Word count:115,000
Pages:324
Publication month: April 2013
2 comments:
Awesome! You must feel so good to have gotten to the end. I hope you are having some form of celebration - you deserve it!
Can't wait to read it!
Woohoo - that has been one heck of a long haul. Well done you!
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