I love the tingly sense that the end of a story is near. You can see it out there on the horizon, so close, but not ready to be touched just yet. You know it’s creeping in, but you can’t look at it directly or it will dissipate like fog, gone forever.
And since it’s Christmas Eve I’ll use that analogy – it’s like being a little kid again, sitting near the tree with its lights and decorations, grasping that nutcracker and thinking, tonight the magic will happen and he will turn into a prince.
Hands hovering, fingers near the keyboard, or lightly holding the pen, breath almost held, knowing the words are almost here, almost free.
Of course the downside of that anticipation is the fact that soon, the gifts will all be open. The end of the story will be written and all that’s left to anticipate is the long slog of revising and the business end of getting the book out there.
But for right now, the story is still just mine, still magical, still unknown.
And oh so close.
Potential piece of cover for book #3, Ghost Roads
Lisa Stowe - The Story River Blog 
like the pic for a cover background! I am having a Lisa Tea, watching one of my favorite shows… thinking of you! 🙂
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Your text is full of some type of magical atmosphere… It really touched me. Every story in our life has the end… but we have to remember that – after this “the end” we have to be ready for new chapter in our book of life.
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Ah, a good reminder and a nice segue from writing to life.
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I love this post; you caught the feeling I know so well — both as a child at Christmas and as a writer — but have never tried to describe. Thank you for putting words to it.
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Thank you. But the nutcracker stayed a nutcracker yet again this Christmas. That’s okay though as I’ve decided the anticipation is more important.
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