This Is How It Ends

It’s no secret that one of the first (never the first, mind you) things I write is the ending. It gives me something to work toward and it helps keep me in line. Sometimes, when I’m bubbling over with shiny new ideas and I tell my latest tale to my husband or mom or friends, before the ending they’ll smile and say,

“And they lived happily ever after.”
To which I always give a half-smile back and say,

“With great power comes great responsibility.”
Because deep in my blackest of hearts I really want everyone to be happy. It’s a great burden to be an author and be responsible for so many innocent lives. Surely someone should get that fairy-tale ending. But secretly, the whole time, I’m really thinking,

“And then everyone you love dies.”
And this is pretty much true. I’ve never written a story where at least one person didn’t die. I’ve never even plotted one. I am the queen of unhappy endings. I once posted on CPSeek.com that

My plots are resolved, my characters are all where they need to be (even if that’s dead), but there are no sunshine and rainbows at the end of my books. I don’t intend it to be that way. Every novel I start I want my MC to end up happy… And then I kill someone off, or they find out an unforgivable secret about their lover, or they commit suicide… BUT THE WORLD IS SAFE! Oh, well. It makes for an interesting story.

But I don’t think my dear readers will mind too terribly much. I mean, millions tune in for GAME OF THRONES and anyone can tell you that George R. R. Martin kills characters (even extremely very important ones) just for fun. It’s the man’s hobby, killing folk. Suddenly, I don’t feel so bad.

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