The whole time I have been working my way through the revision of Midnight Rain, it’s been with the knowledge that the ending I wrote for the first draft was, at best, a placeholder — that it got my characters where they needed to be, but that it did not do it with any passion or depth or power.
Today that changed. I’m probably only twenty or thirty pages from the end, and I’ve been scrawling these notes to myself in a notebook of things I have to change in the type-in — and suddenly three of my notes merged into the solution to the ending. Excited, I started just scribbling stuff down, and the ending was there; I was sitting there with tears running down my cheeks from the outline ….
If I can put on the page what I have in my head, the ending will be everything I want it to be.