Scott’s back. Don’t ask. Long week. Not a bad week, but one that…you know what? It doesn’t matter, just trust me. Diving into my coffee, and then trying to figure out how to summarize my novel. Shooting for 20 submissions before the end of the month.
Scott
O.M.G. Someone stop her, please? She sent some stories to a friend. Big freakin’ whoop. She has a number of her stories posted on a writing site, for hell’s sake (behind a login, so not exactly public, but still…online means accessible). But this moment of sharing meant she started thinking about all her stories, and how they all have happy endings these days. She’d kill me if I told you what else she started thinking about, and I’m about to suffer enough as it is.
So she started thinking about how she didn’t always used to write happy endings. Most of her original stories were all sorts of ambivelent and shit. And she wondered why she doesn’t do that any more. I’ll tell you why. People like happy endings. I know, weird, right? Okay, not all people like happy endings and not all happy endings are good and…*mind wanders over other definitions of ‘happy ending’*…*ahem*
Anyway. So she was all like “last story I wrote that had a really good up-in-the-air ending was the very original draft of my Scott/Kelly story…What did I call that? Indifference? Indecision? Transitions? Lousy names…”
See my name in there?
Damn it!
And then she was listening to music. Stupid music. I’m going on her computer next time she’s not looking and uninstalling Rhapsody and Pandora. “Careless Whisper” by Seether came on, and she was like “oh yeah, I know what scene this goes with in my WIP.”
Sweet. Me too. I live in her head. I know what she knows. Tragic, really. She’s got this dramatic scene planned out for me and I’m cool with that. Except after all this thinking and music she was all like “I wonder…what happens if things never get better after that scene?”
Whoa, what? Excuse me? She might not even give me an HEA on paper? Uh-uh. WRONG!
You know what? I’m going to be so glad when this stupid revision is done. When this book is finished. When she can stop playing tennis with my destiny. If you people had to put up with this kind of torture in your lives you’d all be insane.
Or human. Fictional characters just don’t get that we go through all this crap too, but we have to do it for a lot longer than the length of a book. Myopic.
How do you feel about ambivelent endings? Maybe it ends HEA maybe it doesn’t, but you don’t get that confirmation when the last page runs out of words.