There are several reasons I love writing epilogues. Here are just a few.
If there was ever a truth I struggled with, it was this. Being busy doesn’t necessarily mean being productive.
To imagine what might come next is impossible. There really was no way to predict the internet, the cell phone, or the autonomous car. But, as a writer, here’s a few inventions I wish I had at my fingertips--just to make the job a little easier.
The truth is, my imagination is often bigger than my gut. I’d like to think that if I ever got dropped into a situation, I’d take a deep breath and agree to some really cool things, but there’s a lot I know I’ll never get the opportunity to do. And a lot I plan to do anyway.
I do not have a half-naked Greek Goddess of muse and inspiration lying across my bed. Inspiration doesn’t work like that.
Because no matter what we write, we must give some of ourselves over the story, to the writing, to the characters, the sacrifice every writer must make to get it right.
I got the ring bearer to the bathroom before his little tuxedo wasn’t so cute anymore.