It is One fourty Five in the afternoon, and I am nearing the last of the novel. It will take two short chapters to resolve and I have to resist the temptation to expand the story further. While it feels good to be at the end there is some sadness that the characters I have grown to know will cease evolving.
Maybe they contain within them, the beginings of a trilogy.
Time for lunch and then get back into it.
And do you have voices in the back of your mind chanting, 'Are we there yet? Are we there yet?'
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure characters ever cease to evolve though - I prefer to think they just move on to another incarnation in the perception of the reader.
The characters are all riding around in an old yellow school bus squabling about who is more important, and more loved by the authour. The others are looking at their refections in the flat window glass, knowing that they are the most beautiful, and it doesn't really matter what the writer thinks, because their public, the readers will know and decide it's them who are the STARS.
ReplyDeleteMe I'm, just driving the bus wishing for quiet, trying to get them all off of the bus, one by one. Then I can go home and put my feet up.
Thanks for dropping by,
Terry