So many of us are shipping kids off to school this fall; some for their first full year of grade school, others to college far away from home. I know of several families who are sending their youngest off and are now empty nesters. I prefer clean-nesters. What will we do with all that time we had spent picking up after them? It is both an ending and a beginning. The daily routine will be new, the sounds of the house will change, the concerns will alter, pride always lurking.
When I finish a story it feels the same way. I am close to finishing one, and I find myself hesitating; I want to hold it close, keep it in the status quo, afraid to let it “become.”
But I know it will happen. A story, like a child, wants to move on. It has a life of its own. Its author, like a parent, must accept this and move on as well.
To all the authors and parents out there, I offer a quote from a favorite actress of mine…
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity. Gilda Radner