Finishing a large project this week. And I’m at the bit at the end when I have to make sure all the pieces of the story are connected properly, everything is moving smoothly down a logical train, all the parts are spinning freely and all the arms and wheels are operating at the correct speeds to meet together and interlock cleanly at the end. And it’s the least interesting and most fraught part of any project. Writing the end end, when you have the final lines and scene, yes, that can be fun. Or maybe just satisfying. But all the other things? It’s like building a bridge by precisely throwing pieces of it at a gorge across several different points in time and hoping to hell you got every moment and trajectory right and it assembles itself just as the first car rolls on to it.
The Bit At The End Is Never As Fun, Somehow
