I keep trying to end this practice story, and it keeps not ending.
I assume this is a skill gap I have, that details and loose ends keep having to be sewn up and I can't seem to get them all done in too timely a manner. Oh, to be Ernest Hemingway and get it all done in one or two sentences, and then back out to the bar again...
I'm sure I will have other thoughts about this soon enough, but right now I just want the story over with. I'm so tired of feeling nervous about it, and it's taking a lot out of me to write this climax. The only death here is someone's concept of himself, and I think it's probably easier to write someone's physical death. It takes time and effort to structure a believable rearrangement of someone's soul. I don't want this to be cheesy or cheap, or emotionally bereft. So I'm taking my time with it and it's hard, careful work, and I'm tired.
Ok. Thank you, I'm done complaining. Back to work!
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