Creating the identity of the biography (Viking Funeral) by fire that I’ve been writing about my brother’s life under duress has been a challenge.
He’s not available to interview.
I have had to rely on memory for everything.
I have to decide how to tell the story, what to leave in, what to leave out.
I have struggled for seven years with the ending. SEVEN. YEARS. SEVEN! I don’t talk too much about the book with my darling husband because it makes him sad. I promise it’s not a sad story, my DH is very tender-hearted.
Ok, maybe there are some moments that tug at a heartstring here and there. Anyway, I’ve written 100k words. I wrote 35k right after Dave died. Then writer’s block. Then the balance was written two years ago. It’s a biography so I can’t make shit up, plus I’m not a creative writer. Unable to decide how to finish, I have filled my time with reading biographies, just so you know what I’ve been doing the last seven years.
Tonight I told my husband of my struggle with the ending. In less than 10 minutes of Q&A, a few moments of silence while he was, ‘thinking about it,’ he made the perfect suggestion.
I initially thought, no, I’ll have to rewrite everything. Then I realized it was the perfect ending and I could not stop laughing. My husband saves the day… again! He is a natural visionary. Man I could have had a Pulitzer YEARS ago! hahahahahah.