Regardless of how we want stories to end, believable is most satisfying: when it ends the way we don’t want it to, but the way it has to, when the reader has to struggle with acceptance that the fairytale ending didn’t come to pass, it makes it all real, and the story stays with them forever.
Some lives face one tragedy after another. A slice of life that ends at the altar following the words “I do” or in the delivery room with at that first cry of welcome into the world would be happy endings, yet how satisfying is it to the reader who is left wanting more?
We can end the story at the college graduation with caps flying in the air or six months later still unemployed with the loans coming due. How about the writer typing “The End” on the manuscript, looking up around the room to find their lover had packed up and moved out without being noticed. Now, that would be one of my endings. Life isn’t always fair. There’s a price to pay for success. I need to learn balance before graduating from blogging to book. No NaNoWriMo for me : (
How does a writer find balance?