An Ending

Somewhere under the rug, or maybe hiding in the sofa cushions, or maybe swirling down the drain, or buried in the pile of shoes in the closet … I found the ending to Northville Five & Dime.  This story that started as an 1,800 word short story and then grew into something that I thought just might reach novel length has perplexed and puzzled me for the past couple of months.

I have struggled mightily to make progress since the first of the year.  Let’s remember that my original goal was that it would be done in October.  Then it would be done by the end of 2013.  Then it would be done by the end of January 2014.  It’s now approaching the end of February 2014.

I realized something this weekend.  What I was struggling with was how to tell a part of the story that didn’t need to be told.  I was already at the end and didn’t realize it.  That’s not quite right.  There are still some loose ends I need to tie up and I need to write the actual ending for each character.  But all of the stuff that could happen, might happen, should happen between the here of the story and the end of the story isn’t actually necessary.

I no longer have to struggle with how to continue the torturous process of telling this story in three different voices in almost daily detail.  It’s now time to wrap things up.

Since I realized this, I have written almost 3,000 words on the thing.  More in the last three days than in the last month.  It feels good.  And as these words come spilling out, I’m writing some good stuff.  I think.  (Yes, there’s some bad stuff too that will need to be edited.)

I’m excited about this story again.  I’m excited about writing again.  Twice in the past couple of months I have considered taking a serious break from writing because of what this story was doing to me.  I’m no longer thinking that.  I’m finishing this story and then moving on.  It’s time to reconnect to The Irrepairable Past.

See you in a few days with a finished Northville Five & Dime under my belt.  First draft any way.

 

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About kingmidget

About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes. I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.
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3 Responses to An Ending

  1. sknicholls says:

    That’s a great feeling 🙂 I know you did well.

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    Excellent – congratulations on near completion of the first draft. That must feel terrific.

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