I struggle with endings.
I know most writers have SOMETHING they struggle with: dialogue, beginnings, endings, even the middle. My weakness has never been starting. I can start the hell out of stuff. Worldbuilding? No problem. Plotting...not so much.
But endings are my weakness.
I'm closing in on the last 10,000 words on my second novel. I can sorta see the ending. We've been racing across worlds to reach a particular place. We are there. We are in that setting I've striven toward for 90,000 words.
And I got nothin', ya'll.
Ugh.
I know I complain about writing. As much as I love it, as much as it is a part of who I am, writing is a pain in the ass. None of the characters behave themselves. They either won't shut up when I'm at work or they go to *crickets* when I finally sit down with coffee at 5am. Putting words on a page is labor, even if it doesn't break the back. It really is a job like any other. I do love it and I look forward to, one day, holding a published book with my name on it.
Of course, I have new ideas for new novels and they are so appealing. I can't abandon Dark Ember, though, not when I love it as I do. It is one of the best things I have ever written.
On a personal note, I've started on my health goals once more. I'm not drinking sodas, exercising, and trying to change my eating habits for good. I'm hoping to alleviate some back pain that is being investigated by my doctors by dropping a few unwanted pounds. So, I may start complaining about sore hamstrings on here for a bit.
Endings. Endings are just so difficult for me. I wish I knew where this book was going and how we're going to get there, but it is still an elusive nightmare for me.
In any event, I hope to update with some book excerpts and even a sneak peek at a short I'm working on called Sabrina's Nereid!
Stay safe,
C.A.