So that hard stop I mentioned last week? Proved to be a bit harder than I thought. Which is to say, I managed some 1600 words on the new story, and . . . well, Magic Meter paints the rest of the picture:
Yeah. See, not quite done. And it’s already over 5K words, which was supposed to be my upper limit.
Now, I was traveling over the weekend, but even so, I could probably could have finished this thing . . . if I only knew how it ended.
That’s right, folks: I’m at the climax of this piece, and I don’t know what happens next. Most writers struggle with the famous “muddle in the middle,” and I’ve certainly tussled with it more than once. But it takes a special kind of skill, I think, to write yourself into a corner at the very end of a story.
Odds are good, of course, that the problem is not with the conclusion, but with something that came before. Which is of little comfort (or help) at the moment.
Whatever. I’ll figure it out. I think. I hope.
No updates for Write Club.
Back to the grind . . .
