"Uncle," she says

[kalleah]

Damn it.  If I didn't have to go to work tomorrow, I'd keep writing and finish the story tonight.  TONIGHT.  But I can't.  I have a poor person just out of training who would truly and utterly freak the hell out if I wasn't there for moral support tomorrow, four meetings, and a draft proposal to finish.  Anyway.  The muse has been put on pause, but I do have an update on what's coming next.

I actually just have the one more chapter to write, and the outline is pretty well fleshed out.  The epilogue is DONE.  Chapters 18 and 19 are DONE.  Yeah, I know, I said, two more chapters, but if you've learned nothing, you've learned not to trust any prediction that I make on how long something will be.  Now, unless something truly bizarre happens (and I simply can't rule that out, but I don't think so), then Chapter 20 will be the end of it, and then the epilogue.  Chapter 18 deals with the rest of the evening, including a lot of Jacob, Chapter 19 is the night itself, and Chapter 20 is the next morning, and their departure.

I am incredibly proud of the epilogue.  I'm proud of the whole damn thing, really, but I am really really really proud of the epilogue.  I wanted to leave this story of hope and love and redemption with exactly that -- hope and love and redemption, and I've done that, I think.  Yes, Doomsday is there.  The inevitability of that fact is woven all throughout the story I've told, regardless of the fact that I hate like hell that it happened in the first place.  I can ignore canon, but this is for me beyond canon -- it is simply how this tale ends.  But even with Doomsday, there is hope, for Rose and for the Doctor.

I still have loads more to write, and I can't imagine going cold turkey after the writing binge I've been on of late, so never fear that there is more from me on the matter of the Doctor and Jacob, and also, of Rose.  Heck, I've written the first two chapters of the sequel already.  Did I say writing binge?  I think it's a manic writing episode.  When I crash, I may be in bed for a week.

Comments

[sensiblecat.livejournal.com]

I find I often feel quite emotional and vulnerable when I've just finished writing something. A lot of yourself goes into it. I love the fact that you can be honest and say you feel proud of your work. You should. It's a story I shall return to, probably when I fel low for whatever reason, because it's full of love and hope and redemption. Love changes you. I think the important thing, even more importnat than whether you stay physically close to your loved one, is whether that change is permanent. Whether you stay open or closed as a person.

I am expecting to have a good cry at your epilogue, whether it's happy or sad. Not a bad thing at all. And I've been listening to your playlist, and loving it, too.

[kalleah.livejournal.com]

I said, in the comments before one of the chapters (seven, maybe?) that it was a little like being naked in front of an audience and I still stand behind that statement. I am just glad it's resonated with others ... it's very humbling. And good.

Glad you've enjoyed the playlist, too!