I've been working on the book for the past few days. I needed some time to piece the whole big picture together without having to think about each day separately, as I often do on the blog.
Taking a look at the story as a whole is an ambitious task in any writing project, but it's especially strange when you're working on a project you're also living. I can't just write, "happily ever after" (if that's what's going to happen) and then leave the theatre or drop the book. This is something I'll keep living. And each day, something changes. I adjust or don't adjust, I get happier or more homesick or discover something new about the place where I'm living. This story isn't tidy. There's no music to tell me when the credits are about to run.
I have to admit, I still have no idea how this story is going to end. At least, not so far. But I guess I'll have to to look at the prospect of finding an ending for the story as everyone always says you should look at love: You'll know when you know.
Whatever that means.
In the meantime, I'm going to take the scooter out for a spin. Getting lost in a foreign city is the best way to give my mind a break from these silly creative questions.
Lovely Awkward: A Year of Wine, Romance and Life Among the French
Ron says:
ReplyDeleteThat is the best part of your story, that none of us know how it ends, including you. If the love is there, then the steep hills, and moving trucks are just small tests of faith. Believe in the love, and the ending will become as clear as ******** Lake.
(Kerry says: I took out the name of the lake so my fellow cottagers don't beat me up for spilling their secrets!)