White about the middle of something, anything!
The creative beginnings of a book hold the
writer captivated with discovering new characters. The fresh ideas pop around in the writer's
head like those old fashion vacuum toys with the popping balls. A color for each new idea keeps the writing
flowing ever forward. The words fly from
the fingers, through the keyboard, and onto the monitor. A humming fills the air, vibrating all around.
Beautiful!
As time passes, the fingers slow down. The keys fail to bounce back up as quickly. All the ideas turn shades of gray, or worse,
black. The writer loses their momentum. They can grow bored. Doubt sinks into their skin. Did they give the
protagonist enough of a challenge to reach their goal? Is the antagonist believable? What was the blasted name of the guy fishing
by the lake? The middle becomes murky
for the author's emotions and self esteem.
Luckily, the end arrives after writing and
writing some more, never giving up. In
the past, I have enjoyed the end of the book. The plot wraps up in most areas. I love to end with a cliffhanger for the next
book. Great fun. However, I have learned with this fifth book
that I am writing now that the end of the series is harder then the middle of a
book. I thought remembering the beginning
of the book could be difficult. Remembering
the details of four books to end the series is far more complicated. I must be crazy for working on such a project.
But hey, I am already excited about my
second series. Yep, officially crazy.
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