As an aspiring writer, I spend a lot of my time, well, writing. Whether it’s blog entries such as this one or a practice script for some short film or a short story (and sometimes longer stories), I tend to spend what some might call an unhealthy amount of time writing. When I’m not writing, I often have ideas practically bursting from my skull. Most of them are probably terrible, mind you, but that doesn’t change the fact that I am constantly drowning in my imagination.
Maybe that’s why I have trouble sitting at a desk and not moving all day (I’m looking at you, school).
When writing, there are obviously some things that I enjoy writing more than others; introductions can range from dreadfully boring (at which point I leave it and return later) to exciting and suspense builders can become predictable. But there are two things that I will never grow tired of writing:
Death scenes and endings.
Both are emotionally supercharged, which is a major reason why they are so fun to write. In both, I am saying goodbye to a character (or characters), although sometimes on a less permanent basis than the reader is. I love building up to these moments, and with death scenes in particular, I will often analyze how the readers are responding to the different characters. If I see a fan favorite pop up and they are expendable, I will build up to a death scene for them (I get way too much satisfaction from doing this). Even better is when I take those fan favorites and just defenestrate them within the story; a quick, anti-climatic death, usually during some sort of massive battle that forces the other characters and the story to move on quickly with little response (just to stab the hearts of my readers even more because now the character isn’t even getting what they deserve). Sometimes I’ll even be nice; if I see that they despise a certain character, perhaps I’ll have one of the favorites kill that one off.
Lately, I have been planning things more in-depth, making sure that I know absolutely everything that will occur in a particular scene before I even write it. This leaves me with less gaps to fill, but also means that I can’t just kill characters on a whim (unless they’re a redshirt). At first, I was worried that this would hamper my obsession with these death scenes; but I soon realized that it was instead something far better. With the level of planning that I am now doing (which is all prep for a series I want to write that will destroy itself without proper organization), I can design fan favorite characters. Naturally I cannot control this process; there will be some characters that just “fly off the page” and others that do not. Regardless, if I am releasing a work episodically (or a series), I can now intricately plan the deaths of these characters far in advance, allowing for a far more fulfilling emotional payoff.
While death scenes are definitely my favorite of the two to write, endings bring me their own special type of joy. The satisfaction that comes with finally wrapping up a piece of fiction – putting the final cherry on top, so to speak – is matched by very little in this world, and often makes everything worth it on its own. There’s also a sense of pride, no matter how long or short the work is, to actually finishing something. If people loved it, that’s just extra icing on the cake (which is delicious, but I digress). My favorite endings are full-circle endings (or maybe semi-circle endings, because going the full circle implies returning to the exact starting point). Those are at their best at the end of a series, when your main characters have faced off against many different challenges and it is finally, at last, time for some rest.
Speaking of endings, I’m afraid that’s all I have for you today. This ending actually kind of sucks, but I don’t really care, because this is just a blog entry.
(I’ll see about those garbage pictures in the next few days). Or maybe some gritty urban photos… or both!