I wrote the last few words of my story last night. I’ve been working on that short story for about 4 weeks I would say but I finally finished it and I feel good…and bad. I had a great ending in my mind the whole way through those last few thousand words and I couldn’t wait to get to the end but when I finally did, the story gave me a slap in the face and told a different ending. And it’s kind of sad. And it’s kind of not what I wanted. I guess the good news is that I completed a story but the bad news is that it’s not done. That whole editing thing tapped me on the shoulder right after I finished and said, “Hey, nice to meet you, I’m the older, boring relative of that story you just wrote. Let’s be BFFs.”
