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Here’s a preview:
A suspicious house fire in the middle of the night and a missing couple lead small town Police Officer Tad Mooreland to start asking questions he shouldn’t. He’s told the case is closed, but he wants to get answers for what happened. When he won’t leave the case alone, he is put on leave. Then his daughter is kidnapped.
Tad has to sort through mysteries of murder, cloning and deception to find his daughter before her kidnappers harm her, all the while being on the run from the same police department for which he works.
Your book is going along great, you have fully developed characters, great action, there’s just one problem. The story just won’t end. I’m sure I’m not the only one to ever have had this problem.
Usually I even know how it’s going to end, I just can’t seem to get there.
You know the point. It occurs when you are about a chapter or two from your masterpiece ending, You write that chapter, then the next. Surely the end is within reach. But no. It is still a chapter or two – maybe more by now – away. So you write another chapter, sure to get there this time. Wrong again. You lean back, evaluate where you are and realize you’re still no closer.
There are a couple of things that have worked for me to get past this.
Often, I go ahead and write that last chapter. Sometimes it helps to have it in writing in front of you.
With the sequel to The Eleventh Hour, which will be coming out later this month, I finally had to sit down and just stay focused on the end. Every word had to be directed at helping wrap things up. I finally made it, about three chapters later, but it was ended.
After reading over those final moments, I did realize I had rushed it a bit and went back and filled in some gaps. Then it was complete.
For those struggling to reach the end, I suggest you stay completely focused on achieving that end. Don’t get sidetracked by other details or side stories. You can go back later and fill those in. Just get to that end.
The girl took a cautious step away from him, as if he were a wolf ready to attack.
“Are you okay?” he asked, holding out his hand to her as one would to a puppy.
She hesitated a few feet away, the light gleamed on the tears streaming down her cheeks. As she brushed away the tears, Tad’s stomach tightened. He’d never been good with tears, just ask his ex-wife. His first instinct was to flee, but the guilt of doing that once before held him there. He pressed his feet onto the pavement, refusing to let them take that first step that would lead him away.
The girl peered up at him and burst out crying again. “They’re gone,” she said between sobs.