Monday, December 12, 2005

I am nearing the end of my Self Storage revisions. It has been a very exhilarating process. My editor is a genius; her comments and insights have taught me so much about my own quirks and foibles as a writer.

I had an epiphany over the weekend about the end of my novel, which I needed to rework a bit. I felt a bit giddy when I wrote the final paragraph, the last line. I may decide I don't like it after I've cooled off a bit, but right now it feels very satisfying. It was fun timing to stumble upon this article about last lines in novels today.

I can't think of my favorite novel last line off the top of my head, but one of my favorite endings of a poem is this one, from James Tate's "Consumed".

...You are the stranger
who gets stranger by the hour.

That ending has stayed with me since I first read it almost 20 years ago. I love when a poem or story or novel has a resonance like that.


Jordan E. Rosenfeld said...

Yes, I felt downright sick. And I'm not even one of the people who thinks he's innocent. I just don't believe in state-sanctioned revenge killing. We'd all cringe if he was executed by a bullet to the back of the head. Why is this even an option?

Sorry to rant. I meant to come here to tell you that I adore your blog.


gayle said...

Thanks, Jordan! It's wonderful to see you here! Please feel free to rant any time...