I have been making a hard push to finish my novel, The Light Peppered Night (working title). A recent trip away from the density of life and work in Phoenix allowed me a chance to complete all but the last four chapters, the first of which is now half done as well.
The further along I go, the more I deeply care about these characters, and their struggles. I hope that is a good sign. The end is in sight for my first work, and I find myself missing them already, knowing that their journey will end on the last page.
This has been a difficult book for me. I set out to tackle some large subjects. The topics are not light; death and grief, identity and self, science vs mysticism. Perhaps with all works of creativity, our characters teach us much about ourselves in the process. I am proud of what I have accomplished so far, and I think in the end it will stand on its own. That is, at least, the hope.
I have come to a difficult point. There is one path, one culmination of probabilities as Edward would say, and the future for my characters has solidified and been all but set in stone (if not in paper). I say the following because I need to say it for myself, and perhaps cryptically enough that should any wayfarer stumble upon this tiny and insignificant un-followed blog, it shall not destroy the beauty which I attempted to create.
There was only this way for it to end, never another. And to you and you alone, I am sorry. Forgive me.
