Over the past year, working on the second draft of my utopian novel, The Island, I've tried on at least five different endings. None really fit; none felt true.
And then this weekend, while raking leaves on my hillside, the ending popped into my mind, like a gift from the subconscious.
Unlike the others, this one fit immediately and perfectly, 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 discovery than invention.
[First posted: October 21, 2013]
