So yesterday I finished up a major re-write of the novel. And I cried the whole time I wrote the ending because (don't you know) IT WAS JUST SO TOUCHING. I was behaving exactly like Kathleen Turner in ROMANCING THE STONE.
This afternoon when I re-read the final scene, I wasn't so sure. But I loved feeling brilliant for a day.
In other news, I think maybe I should stop eating cupcakes. For one thing, eating this many cupcakes can't be good for me. For another, I waste time driving around the valley, sampling. Maybe I should hire myself an intern to fetch cupcakes and tell me my endings are as good as I think they are. More on this later.