The whiny story of slogging through writing my first novel.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

The End

My vision of where this book is going is getting clearer all the time. This is so exciting. Too bad I can't just walk down the hall and start typing instead of having to wait. Holy Frustration, Batman!

So I've got the end in sight and know what I'm working toward, and I know how chapter eight will end and what chapters nine and ten will look like, and this morning the path toward the end brightened just a bit and I wrote that all down (the ideas that is). The climactic end is still kinda murky but I know essentially what's going to happen. (And hey, it changed once before, who's to say it won't change again!) It's not entirely changed from the original ending, but it hits different points and has different meanings.

Kelsey is going to find out (today, if I can get some writing time) that Parker thinks she's going to die and come back because of the zombie injury and of course this freaks her out. It makes her resolve to kill zombies even stronger, especially the finding out how to kill them rather than simply incapacitating them. He tells her that they need to try shooting them in the head, but then they have to get a gun. That's not as easy as it sounds, of course, and they don't actually find a gun till chapter ten and then they have to figure out how to get their hands on it. Hopefully this will be a gross and funny scene. She is emphatic about learning if they can be killed and how so she can possibly help Parker live through the whole thing. Not that she likes him that much, but he's a live human.

My thought this morning is, am I a good enough writer to keep that suspense going - will it work? (shooting them in the head) - and never really give away the answer? Stay tuned.... ;-)

p.s.

OH! And writing down that made me think of another way to enhance the ending. This is so FUN!

1 comment:

C. Margery Kempe said...

Now THAT'S what I like to hear!

Good for you, cruising along like this. Don't let that tiny tendril of doubt creep in. Bolt the door!

If you can think of it, you can write it. Trust in that.