I’ve been writing this novel now for about 5 months, and only today did the ending decide to make itself clear. I even have a final line. This happens to me often – I have a rough idea of where a novel is going, but the finer details only ever sort themselves out during the writing process, and often it’s a long way down the line – too far along to quit if the ending reveals itself to be rubbish.
Thankfully I’m very happy with how this one’s going to end. It’s the first of a three-book cycle (not a trilogy, exactly, but three seperate stories linked by a location and certain events), so it needs to tie things up whilst leaving a few loose ends hanging for the second book to pick up. The finale will be downbeat, but I hope there’s also going to be a little bit of pathos. Bitter-sweet. A melancholy summation of the themes in the novel that might make a reader nod his or her head and think, “Ah, yes. So that’s what it was all about.”
Or maybe they’ll just throw the book across the room, screaming “What a load of shite!”
Who knows? For the proof is in the reading, my friends, and not the telling.