A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Four-Hundred-And-Forty-Nine
I have a clear sense of how I think the story I am writing is going to end, and I think that, in a very real way, that ending is intended to just come out of nowhere and could be dropped in at almost any point. But I also realize the story still needs to be able to earn that ending, to make it work, and that the things which happen and exist already need to add up. I have a few questions that I want to answer, ideas that are present in the story and which should have a payoff, things that need to be connected together and given larger meanings. I do not yet have all of those answers, but I do have a sense of certain events that I feel might provide more of them, and a shape of what is to come. I purposefully wrote a kind of leading last sentence tonight, one that foreshadows things to come. It was intended, as well, to push me to go farther tomorrow, to push things forward in some ways. I can recognize where this tale needs to go, and I think there is a certain destructive, angry energy at the heart of it that I am wrestling with, trying to draw out of myself and get onto the page. Maybe that is the real challenge I am facing with this; maybe by recognizing it I am already getting closer to what it seems to require.
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