No, it's like trudging ---
We interrupt this moment to bring you today's movie quote from A KNIGHT'S TALE: William: Good sir, what are you doing? Chaucer: Uh...trudging. You know trudging. *pause* The slow, weary, depressing, yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on.Chaucer was a writer, you know. He didn't say 'walking.' He said 'trudging.' But that's a whole 'nother blog post. (Hmmm, I may use that.)
Where was I? Trudging. Right. I'm trudging through the last pages of my MS. It's the most intensely emotional scene I've ever written. (I must be a writer. After writing only 45 mins worth of it yesterday, I was completely emo with my family. I'm pretty sure they were wondering what was up.) And it's freaking hard. Not hard in a bad way, not really. I love it. But it's hard and painful.
It's like when you're running, and you're on the last lap, and you push harder and harder but it hurts more than anything, but you like the hurt, because it means you're accomplishing something. It means you're human.
Okay. That's it.
Bad things happen when I don't plan blog posts...especially when I'm in the middle of angsty emo writing. I'm just going to stop.
And ask you a question, because I'm investigating endings right now: How sad/melancholy/bittersweet can a YA ending be? Mockingjay was pretty sad. So was Bruiser (Neal Shusterman). Do you like your books happy-ending-ed? Or do you appreciate a good question/tear?