Went to bed last night wrestling with the end of my WIP. There is a fairly dramatic scene towards the end of the book. It was throwing me off because it was SO dramatic, I couldn’t figure out how to conclude the story after it. And if I ended the book with that scene, most readers would have thrown the book against the wall and cursed my name for all eternity. Not nice.
So I went to bed grumpy.
Woke up when a wicked thunder and lightning storm rolled through around 5am. We shuffled around the house making sure the windows were all closed and I unplugged this computer because, well, just because you never know. Then I snuggled back under the covers (very grateful I didn’t have to get dressed and wait at the bus stop in the pouring rain) and thought about how to end the book.
And then I figured it out.
It has something to do with this photo of a spider I took on the drive up from Florida. This guy was almost as big as my hand. Someone had spraypainted him orange – probably out of sheer terror. He was orange and he was dead, but he was still scary… and inspirational.
