It is tempting to actually write “The End” at the end of a book that you write. You want to write it because it is what you have been working toward. But it is trite, yes, and it is not accurate. The end of a book is really the beginning of another one, whether you write it or the reader thinks it in his head. It’s like “au revoir,” which is good-bye, but only for a little while.
Anyway, despite what it means, I have arrived at the end. And that is good. I like it. It tells a memorable story. I think it is poignant. And for these days, it has that marketing hook thing that all good literature has to have. Now, we need the agent. Agent, anyone??