I love to write. Duh. Pretty much a given to anyone who happens to find their way over here to my little nook of the Internet.
I’m very good at writing scenes or chapters rather than epic, Lord of the Rings-style novels. My problem is stringing those scenes and chapters together to make said novels. Beginnings are totally fine for me to write. Middles can be cool, even if they are out of order with the way I write them.
Endings? Not so much.
One of the work-in-progress novels I have chilling on my hard drive at the moment has a beginning I quite like and it’s trickling into some tricky middle scenes since I’m a “pantser” when it comes to novels. At one point, however, I had an epiphany in the shower about what the ending would be and — I kid you not — I got out of the bathroom, draped a towel over me, and spent the next half hour or so trying to type out the entire idea before I lost it (or got too cold from only wearing a towel).
It was utterly brilliant in my not-so-humble opinion. Now I just need to make the middle work in order to get me to that ending scene.
…At least it’s a start.