Of Fires and Fleeting Chapters

Yes, this is another of my short little efforts, and I am not altogether happy with it but I am satisfied, for now. One more step on the journey to reach my ending. This is just Cragg and Nora (finally) meeting and, basically, getting over themselves. No kissing though. Too many people in the room :).

At some point in the near future I’ll post an added piece (I still have to write it, but I WILL) which should go much earlier in the story and foreshadow what’s to come. It’s about Nora and the supply cart.

Until next time.

This May be Harder than I Thought

Well, comrades, I wrote another chapter, and will attempt another today, (if I can dig myself out of the homework mountain), and I feel that I may have been a little rash with my end of October goal. I want to get this done so badly, but the 31st is approaching awfully fast.

I could get this done if I wanted too. I managed to pull 30,000 words out last year, despite starting out so behind, and I could totally do this one too. However, I think there is something else going on. I have a fear of endings, as I have a fear of titles. I have read so many books with anticlimactic or botched endings, and I am so afraid of doing the same thing. Despite its problems, I am prouder of this story than I am of anything I have ever written, and I don’t want to mangle it. This is why, although I do have a plan for ending it, I haven’t put as much effort into reaching that ending as I should have.

This Is Me Fist-Pumping

YES! YES! YES!

This chapter is short (2 1/4 pages) and largely comedy. BUT it is an important chapter. It is important because, as I will announce dramatically:

This is it, people. The beginning of the end. The final season. The fourth quarter. (See, I made a football reference. That’s how excited I am.) The darkness before the dawn. Look, I don’t know what else to call it but relief. Pure, solid relief. Casually-swiping-the-sweat-off-your-forehead-relief. Because I have found solid ground. I see an end. I will keep it in my sights and I will finish.

Steady feet, don’t fail me now.

No way to go but forward.

Full steam ahead.