December 25, 2012

December 11, 2012

The End

It takes a while for me to finish a novel. Let Me Out took three years. Not just a draft, but revision after revision after revision. Three years. When I finally finished it, content with the way my characters developed and the plot progressed, I was the happiest person in the world.

With Die For Me, the same thing occurred. However, I spent 2011 rewriting the entire novel from beginning to end. 10x better, by the way.

Working on Mortal Eclipse though, a book I started three years ago, I'm finally coming close to the end. A half chapter left. Half a chapter! But as I seemingly do, I can't get myself to end it.

Perhaps it's because the muse isn't motivated. I could be tired. Or hungry. These last few months I've been busy with school, editing and work and I might not exactly be looking forward to putting another book out to query as I have two on submission already.

Or maybe, I just can't let go. Maybe I don't want the story to end or the characters to disappear. I didn't used to consider myself a sentimental writer, but now I'm not so sure.

Does this happen to you? Are you able to write THE END without problems?