The house is quiet. Finally, it’s the perfect time to write the last chapter of Cowboy Casanova. Why the procrastination?
Time is always there for the writer. It’s available in the little chunks between chores, obligations, trips, or even when sitting in the dentist chair.
Does ending the novel mean that I will be saying ‘goodbye’ to the characters, or, to living their lives. They have been an interesting collection–the Cowboy himself, Alexis who won his affections, the owners of the Oliver Ranch, the Stitch ‘N Bitchers. Perhaps, Stormy?
Stormy showed up earlier in the story and now insists upon being in the last chapter, too. I hadn’t planned that she would be in the story at all. Now, here she is accompanying the men to the trashed trailer to the hidden underground bus.
Dealing with her has been an interesting development. The strength of her force demands she be included. The insertion of a character not planned by me also took place in Lebensborn, my WWII fiction. A little boy shows up in a little French village. Little did I realize that he would play a significant role.
Now it’s over. The story of a western cowboy comes to an end, as all stories must. The wrap-up, or so it’s called in the production world, with all the events and character developments coming to a conclusion.
Characters have been written in a story and become like real people. They do unexpected things and become other than we originally believe about them.
In a few hours, I’ll see what’s in store for The Cowboy and Stormy. I can’t wait. That’s part of the joy of being a writer. We often don’t know any more than the reader what’s going to happen. That’s if we’re good at what we do. But as Lincoln said, “You can please some of the people some of the time, part of the people part of the time, but none of the people, all of the time.”
The same goes for writing a blog. I think.