I had just typed “The End”, not because I’d actually use that in my novel but because I wanted to see it. I wanted those two words to satisfy me in a stick-to-your-ribs kind of way. I’d finished. Done. Complete.
Except, as I hit the “d”, my finger lingered over the key. I had a sinking feeling. Shit. What was that? Why? Where was the relief? The satisfaction?
There would be no pat on the back or job well done today because, whether I wanted to admit it or not, I knew what was happening. My story had just started. There’d be a lot of shredding going on today. Because “The End” was the beginning.
Having a bit of fun playing in Linda G. Hill’s SoCS (Stream of Consciousness Saturday) prompt. No planning? No editing? Yes, please!
This week’s prompt: Write about the beginning of something and the end of something. Bonus points if your first sentence contains “the end” and your last sentence contains “the beginning.”
*No editing allowed in the #SoCS but, alas, there was a teensy bit. I cut out some of the curse words as I’m not sure they’re allowed (and there were more than a few). Jeepers, I didn’t think to ask that. Shame on me. I should know better. Because. Me. 🙂