I have written 3,500 words in the past eighteen hours, roughing out the ending of my first stand alone novel, Severance. These characters have been stewing in my mind for several years and they are ready. It feels like I had them in a crockpot, simmering away. All of the ingredients where in there, I guess I just needed to stir it around a bit, before I could write the first paragraphs—really getting the flavor of the story right.
The end came to me recently, I was playing around with it in my head for the past couple of weeks, waiting impatiently for the words to come, but after kayaking on the Cedar River yesterday, soaking in the sun, feeling the frigid snowmelt water with my bare hands and feet, I was ready to write it out. Tears welled in my eyes as I typed the final lines. I could feel the survivors’ pain, joy, and heartfelt desire to make something new from what had been lost. I wish I could share more with you, but it will be some time before it winds its way through the edit process and publishing. I will keep you posted.