It's weird. I've written The End, but I'm not that excited... Where are the singing angels, the sounding of the trumpets? The golden light to bathe me from above?
Man, I don't know. I've reached the end, but I don't know if I have done it cleanly. Have I wrapped it up properly? Or have I finished it in the spirit of a "first draft"? Have I just wrapped it up for the sake of a finish and will revisit the finish in the second draft? I don't know.
I was working on it for a while last night and the events progressed to the finish, using the same ending I wrote a month or two ago, but ultimately I was just pushing words around on the page.
I could have fiddled and tweaked and massaged it all to hell, but in the end I thought screw it, this book is ending.
So is it finished? It feels finished. So I guess it must be.
Now it goes into a drawer for a few weeks before I do the first major revision.
I wonder what I'll do in the meantime?
Are you disappointed with my post? Thought I would be more thrilled? Yeah, me too.