Needed: 17,000 words. Entertaining. Doesn’t suck.
That’s where I’m at. Still shooting for 80,000 and I’m already in the finale. Gonna be close.
Endings are tricky. They have to work. The readers have invested a lot of time in the story and will not be happy if the writer bails out with some lame conclusion. All the seeds, so lovingly sowed from the beginning, must now bloom and bear fruit. No rotten apples. No bugs. No worms.
Details can kill the crop like a swarm of grasshoppers. Overlook an item here and an item there, and the flowering novel wilts in the sun.
Drive a man to drink.
Thank God for my friend, D.J., and her secret Bloody Mary mix.