Okay, in the spirit of transparency, I didn’t actually write the words “The End”. I did however write the end of The Cavanaugh House. My first mystery. Notice I said, “first” because I already have a second in mind. But that is for a different post.
When I finished the last scene of The Cavanaugh House, it felt wonderful, but I knew I wasn’t finished writing the book. Since I’m a Pantser, I had not plotted out the entire book; I allowed the story to unfold before me organically like a plant growing. Oh, I can hear all of my Plotter friends groaning, but really, it works for me. Now I have to go back and revise and edit so my plot is cohesive and logical. For example, the way I described the entry hall in Wyndham Manor at the beginning of the book was quite different from its description in one of the last chapters. I had to reread my initial description and correct my second one. (I think I was channeling Love’s Spirit in the latter description.)
I read an article suggesting that my first read through should be just that—a read through with no editing. Yikes! I’m a former English teacher. That red pen just showed up in my hand. I put it back on my desk, returned to the sunny spot by my kitchen window to simply read, and there was the pen, right on the table like something out of a Stephen King thriller. I relinquished the fight, picked up the pen and happily revised as I read. Write what you know; do what you know.
So even though writing “The End” doesn’t mean you’re finished, there is a deep satisfaction in realizing that at least in rough draft form, you’ve told your story.
How do you feel when you write “The End”?