A Writer's Notebook, Day One-Thousand-Four-Hundred-And-Sixty-One

I think that I might be getting close to the end of this story I have been writing, even though I am not certain about how to end it.  It has reached a point where it is really absurd and the situation is clearly impossible, and that is fine, but I am not certain how to resolve any of it, or if their can be a resolution.  I need something to occur that at least gives a sense of an ending, even if it does not actually function to resolve the story or shut things down.  It needs to give the reader a way off the ride that makes them feel it was worth taking, in some way or another, even if it is not a traditional ending.  Indeed, the plot of this piece is not at all traditional in a way that I think makes a traditional ending impossible.  I suppose I could try to find a way to resolve things so the characters end in a normal, mundane reality, but any way that I can think of which might facilitate that feels like it would need to come along in a way as absurd and out of nowhere as all the things that led up to this point in the story.  Maybe there is something of value in that, in creating a way to end the story that brings it into a version of a normal world, but only by going even more bizarre and extreme to get there, and, I imagine, in a way that does not really allow the protagonist to regain any sense of control.  It may be that is a direction to go towards, even though I feel like it means the story will be a bit longer than I had expected and take little longer to finish.  I think, though, if I can pull off what I am imagining it would take the story someplace that gives the rest of it a greater meaning and value.  It might, in some ways, redeem it all.  Or maybe it will just be more of a mess.  It is impossible to really know until the thing is written.

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