What to Do When You’re Not Joseph Smith
I’m like an autistic person who learns to read the emotions of others only through mapping the human face. I find the wheels and gears, the organs and veins of stories, and watch them work.
I’m like an autistic person who learns to read the emotions of others only through mapping the human face. I find the wheels and gears, the organs and veins of stories, and watch them work.
This is part of an inter-blog duo of posts on endings in fiction. The sister post, written by William Morris, can be found at A Motley Vision.
Endings are hard. Of all the time I spend writing a piece, at least 40 percent of it will be spent on getting the ending just right. I [...]