This week, and the previous two, I have been working hard to finish The Price of Pandemonium. And by finish, I mean write the last chapter. More specifically, write the final thousand words. Given I haven’t had to write the ending of a novel from scratch in almost a decade, it would be dishonest to say I was finding it easy. In fact, it has been the complete opposite. The pressure to get it perfect left me paralysed in my words, and searching for inspiration. So, I turned to the endings of some of my favourite books:
“And the world was all around us, with new possibility.” – Outlander by Diana Gabaldon
“It was a great deal to have found, a treasure house, and she would guard it well.” – Song of the Hills by Margaret Evans
Did the words of these authors help? Not really. But they did make me realise I had to let the book end itself naturally. The final words would find themselves, and they did.
Am I happy with the ending now? Mostly. Could it be better? Definitely.
But that’s what editing (and Sarah) is for.