I’m taking a detour from spec-fic blogging week for now (hoping to get another post up later), as I really had to write this one.
I made it to the end of Lifelines again yesterday afternoon, happy with where things are at – other than one little thing.
I’ve known there was something wrong with it for awhile now, but have just glossed over the fact, not spending a lot of time thinking about it, setting it aside as the last task to do before I can call this totally done. But yesterday it was unavoidable, I had to figure out what to do with it.
I mean, it’s not terrible (okay, I think it IS terrible, but there has been little feedback about it telling me it’s bad), but it’s not right either. It’s not fantastic.
And now I know why.
I am SO happy that I saw the issue – I’m perpetually bad at spotting bits of telling where I should be showing, and I realized that if I left it like it was, it would be the equivalent of your average one night stand.
You meet someone; it’s fun, exciting, new. You go back to their place, get it on, build up to the climax, you’re spent. And then you’re climbing out of bed, gathering your belongings and heading out the door with a ‘thanks, that was awesome. I’ll call you.’
I don’t want my novel to end like that.
The final two paragraphs sum up a lot of stuff, stuff that would be so much better if I show it happening rather than just summing it up. I want the end of my novel to be all warm skin on skin, that lovely afterglow, lingering tingles and scents combining into bliss, not the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am variety.
So there is some work to be done, but it won’t be difficult. I’m actually kind of looking forward to it.