I am currently putting the final polish on my first full-length novel, Why the Curlew Cries, and I have discovered that finishing a book can be almost as difficult as beginning one.
These final days are strange.
The story is written. The characters have lived through everything I asked of them. The secrets have been uncovered, the wounds have been opened, and the final page is waiting. Yet the manuscript still refuses to feel entirely finished.
There is always another sentence that catches at...