Writers Journal

October 21, 2013

 

Over the past year, as I’ve been working on the second draft of my utopian novel, I have tried on at least five different endings; none really fit; none felt true.

And then this past weekend, raking leaves out on my hillside, the ending popped into my mind, like a gift from the subconscious. 

Unlike the others, this one fit immediately, as if it had always been the only possible ending and I just now realized it--one of those “Ah-ha!” experiences where creativity is more about discovery than invention.