As these things sometimes happen, I woke up today with a nagging doubt about “Life on Mars.” So, while I claimed it was finished through draft two yesterday, it turns out I was actually lying.
Sorry about that.
I added a new ending, and probably another thousand words overall after doing the detailed surgery it took to add it in. I like it quite a bit better. The problem with the original ending I had envisioned is that it kind of shoe-horned the main character into a few actions that I struggled to see her taking. Now the ending feels like a natural extension of the story. It breathes better.
And so now I’m off to the next project.
Seriously, I am. Trust me.
Except, of course, now I’m worried about the title again.