Nobody could’ve been more thrilled for Therese that she’d finished a good draft of her current WIP than me. Well, Therese is thrilled, but that’s a given. Being able to type THE END and know that you’ve really figured out a cathartic ending, the one that’s supposed to be there, is a golden feeling.
I’m not experiencing that feeling in my current wip. I’m at the final plot point in my own work, and I have no clue how it’s supposed to end.
Well, you’re probably thinking, shouldn’t you have figured that out before you began writing?
I did, I respond. But my story mutated between then and now. The ending I’d envisioned isn’t the right one.
So I do what I normally do in situations like this when I don’t know What Happens Next. Freak out, calm myself, then go in search of answers.