Okay, these aren’t REALLY my favorite two words. But after what I am going through with Lacrimosa, I think they are going to be my favorite words.
Lacrimosa has been a true labor of love for me. Not only because I have enjoyed the story. Or because the characters have become friends to me (this happens with all of my stories). Or because I think it is marketable.
No – this has been a labor of love because it was the hardest thing I have written. I wrote it in third, from two points of view. I research the mythology of demons and angels, so that I could get the details right. I consciously chose everything in this story – everything. The setting. The artwork. The weapons. The characters names.
And now that it is so close to being finish, I have to deal with my grief. I know I’m not REALLY finished with it. There will be lots of editing, shaping, molding to come. But it won’t be living inside of me anymore. And there is a little bit of grief work I have to do as I switch from writer to editor mode on the storyline.
My close friend and crit partner suggested that part of the reason I struggled with the end of the story so much had to do saying goodbye to it. I didn’t think that was it. But as I tried to finish it this week – and found myself unable to do so – I realized she was right.
So, with bittersweet tears in my eyes I hope to be able to type the words that seemed so elusive right now…THE END.
Do you go through a grief process as you finish the rough draft of a story?