So I went up nine flights of stairs today without a single wince. I walked down nine flights of stairs without a single wince. I've lost 10 pounds toward Mission: TKD, and I didn't shake like a leaf at the dentist's today.
I'm pretty psyched.
I'm at the end of one of my WIPs, and I, um, love the ending. This is new. Usually I hate, hate, hate, HATE the ending. Usually, by the end, I hate the whole darn thing.
I love this ending. I have that satisfied, happy feeling, like when you rest a book to your chest for just a few minutes when you're done and you have a little smile on your face.
This scares the shit out of me, because, like I said, I usually hate the ending. I usually see a thousand flaws. I have to finish then work my way back in, but I think this is going to be one of my favorite endings.
I'm uncomfortable with this feeling. I am more comfortable with ripping my work to pieces and making fun of it to myself. Actually liking it at this point in my process is weird.
I've been focusing on improving my endings for at least a year.
What's funny about this story, is even though I love my ending, I'd say this story has the highest risk of being hated out of all my stories, ever. I did something a little different, and I can definitely see that it might not work with everyone. So who knows?
I'm behind on another WIP that I have to finish by next Thursday, too. So back to work.
How do you feel about your WIP when you get to the end? Sick of reading it? Loving it? Where do you struggle the most? When do you hate it? When do you love it?