I was just reviewing the books that I’ve read this year in preparation for a future post, and it occurred to me that there were a lot of great reads. Action, adventure, etc. The build to the climax was generally good in all the books I’ve read (I’m excluding the non-fiction pieces at the moment, because, well, my reasons should be obvious….).
My biggest beef with the ‘problem’ books was the ending, in almost every case. In one way or another I was let down (sometimes a little, sometimes a lot) by the turn the story took. Now that I’m writing the ending chapters of FJR–the ‘last bit’ as Deb calls it–I’m finding that my ‘inner heckler’–as Deb calls it–is up and yelling loudly.
“You can’t do it that way!”
“No one will like this!”
“You’re gonna piss your readers off by doing that!”
“You’re going to disappoint everyone and no one will read your next batch of drivel.” (This one is particularly loud.)
It just won’t stop. I’m sure part of the problem is the time of year. It’s hard to get ‘alone time’–as I call it–when there’s relatives/dogs/cats around during the holidays. When I do have a free half hour or so, I get into a rhythm and, inevitably, am interrupted.
Yes, I realize that I’m whining after the whole “Cowboy Up” speechiness. It’s not that I don’t want to write it. I just have to find a way to shut everything else up. Then, when I type “The End”, I’m done for this year. I’m gonna go read a ton of books and hopefully, when I’m ready to revise, those books will have shown me how to end at the end.
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.