One. Last. Chapter! Nooooo!

Have you ever been really involved in a book and gotten so close to the ending—only to be interrupted? I’ve found that when I’m interrupted from the ending or a really good part of a book, I get cranky. I’m short-tempered and impatient.

Well, that’s what ended up happening today. I was in the middle of the climax when my parents announced we were going to go out for dinner. But I couldn’t stop reading now! So, of course, I used my long-since mastered art of reading while doing other things, like pulling my shoes on. Oh, okay, I haven’t mastered is, since my normal clumsiness seems to be intensified by about six times when I’m reading at the same time. I survive, though.

I kept reading in the car. Oh boy, I’m so glad I don’t get carsick while reading anymore. That would have been awful. Then! I finished my chapter just as we got to our destination. I was tempted to drag the book inside and keep reading, but I knew my parents would disapprove and make me put the book back outside. So I left it.

Inside, I kept bouncing on the balls of my feet. I couldn’t sit still. I managed to not be annoyed, but I was restless. It helped that my brother and I got into an argument on how much mexican pizza he had eaten last time we’d had some. That helped use up some of my annoyance.

After dinner, we decided to go grocery shopping. I managed to read about two pages’ worth before I had to go inside so we could shop. If it wasn’t for the fact that everyone was there, all seven of us, I would have rushed through the shopping, grabbing everything we needed myself just so we could be out of there. I had one chapter left! Just one! But noooo-o, I had to be patient.

I am not a very patient person, sadly. I barely held it in.

Finally, we got through. We went back out, loaded the groceries up in the car, and finally headed home. Again, I read in the car. Then we got home—and, of course, now we have to unload all of the groceries and put it away. No sense in buying milk if we’re only going to let it go bad in the back of the car, right? I was deemed months ago as the “pantry-organizer”, which is ironic since I’m not very organized, so I had to make sure everything in the pantry was put away properly. Plus, I ended up putting away most of the groceries, as everyone else hauled them inside.

But finally! I could get back to the two pages I had left! I rushed up stairs, kicking my shoes off as I opened the book up. And right there, sitting on my bed and listening to my sister ramble about…who even knows what she was talking about….I finished my darn book.

I’m quite happy with it. I’ll start reading the next one in the morning.

There, now having said that, I feel decidedly less frustrated. Well, I’m not really frustrated at all, now that I’ve read the whole thing. But I still feel better. And for anyone who’s curious, the book was Hidden Truth by Dawn Cook.

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It’s the End of the World as We Know It! And I Feel Fine…

So, I find myself coming back from a weekend up in San Francisco. Well, one of the smaller cities nearby it, anyway. My family and I went up for my aunt’s graduation from college and my cousin’s third birthday party. It was fun, I’ll say. I think my aunt and uncle are convinced I am a very quiet person because I spent most of the time writing or reading.

I am not a very quiet person.

Unless I’m absorbed in a book, though. Just since Friday, I’ve read most of the first Ranger’s Apprentice book, The Ruins of Gorlan, and boy am I enjoying it. It’s very fun and exciting and I love the humor, too. I will definitely be continuing the series.

On another hand, I have also gotten quite a bit edited. Well, to be precise, rewritten. Editing is mostly rewriting, right? Just…not rewriting from scratch. Doing it from scratch is what got me into trouble before, but now I’m actually on draft two of my novel. My mother isn’t quite sure whether to believe me, though, especially since I’ve mentioned that I’ve had to rewrite some things.

Including the climax and ending, which is what I got written over the weekend. I’m very happy about it, too. There’s nothing more exciting and more satisfying than writing a good ending. Or reading one. Now, the hard part is to hope that the ending is actually as good as I think it is. I’m sure my cousin’ll help me, though. There was one ending I wrote a while back that was confusing and rather anti-climatic. She pointed this out to me, and I realized she was right. I hit some inspiration, and the ending I gave back to her was amazing.

The thing I’ve realized with endings is that there are so many key parts to it. You have to explain things to the characters and the reader that they didn’t understand before (and that’s why you so often find the “villain’s monologue” at the end), you have to find a way to solve the problems you’ve been building up for the entire rest of the book, and tie up all of the other loose ends, all while staying exciting. And, if you are writing a series, then you have to find a way to tie the next book in as well, whether through a cliff-hanger or not.

I think I have it, though. Exciting and dangerous? Definitely dangerous, and I was excited as I wrote it, so I hope it shows through. Informative? Yes, maybe even a little much. I may have to cut down a few things, but usually that’s easier than adding in, anyway. Tying up the ends? I think so. That’s what a lot of the information was for. Cliff-hanger? Yes, yes I do have one of those. Good last sentence? I love my last sentence, both to the book itself and to the epilogue afterwards.

Long story short (pun intended), I am quite satisfied with this weekend. Now this week’s goals are catching up in my school, particularly science, working on some character development, and get some of those drawings done that have been percolating in the back of my head….