I did it.
I wrote The End on my first draft on Easter weekend. It came swiftly – in the end – and I was left staring at the screen, thinking, “Is that it?” 103,500 words and that’s it?
What do I do now?
I turned to my on-line writing community once more, and posed the question – What do you do when you type the end?
The answers came back.
- Save it onto a USB, send it to a cloud. Back it up.
- Reacquaint yourself with friends.
- Go for a walk.
- Watch old Buffy episodes.
- Simply type The End.
- Mourn it.
- Forget about it for a week. A month.
- Burst into tears.
- Send it to writer friends for opinions.
- Start the next one.
All very sound and practical advice (I’d watch Sex and the City instead of Buffy), but I was after something more immediate, something ritualistic to mark the occasion, to signify that something special had occurred in the time-space continuum. A way to remind myself that The End doesn’t come every day.
Something more like this:
But of course, as my fellow forum members, pointed out – it never ends.
I’m in rewrites now.
What do you do when you write The End?