The One Night Stand ending.

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.

The ending.

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.

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6 thoughts on “The One Night Stand ending.

  1. It’s possible you’re ending it too soon.
    I was thinking about the “a story is like sex” analogy the other day, and I realized that the analogy is wrong. Sex isn’t the climax of a story. Love is the climax. Love is that promise of hope and family and togetherness, something permanent. Love is the knowledge that you’ve finally made the right choices.

    I think you’ve correctly identified the problem. If you figure out what the sex was for, then you’ll figure out the correct ending. Unless you’re writing the next 40yo Virgin, sex shouldn’t be the actual climax.

    • sex is just a metaphor in this case ;-) The climax happens, the MC makes her final choices and then I wrap up it up nice and tidy – by telling. SO bad. I need to let it unfold more naturally, instead of rushing to get out of there and onto the next thing ;-)

      • I know it’s a metaphor (rolls eyes)
        What I’m saying is that IF it’s a metaphor, then that would explain the problem…the climax shouldn’t be a like a sexual climax…it should be more like wedding vows…and the what follows is the reception.
        Metaphorically! :)

        What I *think* you’re saying is that you want the reader to fall in love, not roll over and fall asleep. Or maybe I’m spouting gibberish at this point.

  2. I’m getting lost in metaphors lol I think it’s currently the equivalent of saying ‘and they all lived happily ever after’. It skips over some things that need to be addressed, and you’re told that they live happily ever after, where as I need to explore a couple little things, and show the reader the path that lies ahead.
    Does that make sense? lol I’m not even sure, not enough sleep, not enough coffee.

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