Thanks so much for your comment. Welcome, as always. You are right, life isn't a bag to be drawn up, and, as you so accurately note, I am not dead yet!! The drawstring and tying up referred to how when a piece of writing works and there is no more to be said, rather than life in general. But, as you also noted, there is a large element of intuition that tells you when you're finished, no more, that's it. Again, I do so appreciate your comments! Keep 'em coming!
Such a conundrum. I reckon you will know it when you see it. It's intuitive as you say.
A feeling of nowt more to say.
And you are not dead so a sequel could follow.
There's something to be said for a sad ending. By that I mean perhaps a sense of loss as at a certain age most of us can identify with that.
Life isn't a bag with a tight throat to be tied up.
Life is what happens while you're making plans. To quote John Lennon.
And you have more life ahead of your memoir.
An open book of wonders yet to be explored. Where changes like seasons surprise and in them some flowers flourish as others fade but each moment is new as are the spaces in between moments. They are the ones to watch.
My brother would have loved this comment. In the final days before he died, I found him up late one night (or to be more accurate, early in the morning) sitting on the edge of his bed furiously texting away, I asked him what the heck he was doing and he said he was posting a review on Amazon of a book he had just read. The ending, he said, was entirely beneath the usual quality of said writer and a lazy lazy effort in his opinion. "He phoned in the ending," my brother concluded. And so now when I read a book, article or watch a TV series with an open, less than satisfying lazy ending, I immediately use the phone emoji and warn my friends. Lazy writer ahead!
Oh, thank you so much for this delightful comment! I can just imagine it, the righteous indignation! I think the worst ending I ever read was (after about a 400 page novel) the writer did not actually say which of her two prospective lovers was the one she chose! She just stopped writing!!
Thanks so much for your comment. Welcome, as always. You are right, life isn't a bag to be drawn up, and, as you so accurately note, I am not dead yet!! The drawstring and tying up referred to how when a piece of writing works and there is no more to be said, rather than life in general. But, as you also noted, there is a large element of intuition that tells you when you're finished, no more, that's it. Again, I do so appreciate your comments! Keep 'em coming!
Such a conundrum. I reckon you will know it when you see it. It's intuitive as you say.
A feeling of nowt more to say.
And you are not dead so a sequel could follow.
There's something to be said for a sad ending. By that I mean perhaps a sense of loss as at a certain age most of us can identify with that.
Life isn't a bag with a tight throat to be tied up.
Life is what happens while you're making plans. To quote John Lennon.
And you have more life ahead of your memoir.
An open book of wonders yet to be explored. Where changes like seasons surprise and in them some flowers flourish as others fade but each moment is new as are the spaces in between moments. They are the ones to watch.
My brother would have loved this comment. In the final days before he died, I found him up late one night (or to be more accurate, early in the morning) sitting on the edge of his bed furiously texting away, I asked him what the heck he was doing and he said he was posting a review on Amazon of a book he had just read. The ending, he said, was entirely beneath the usual quality of said writer and a lazy lazy effort in his opinion. "He phoned in the ending," my brother concluded. And so now when I read a book, article or watch a TV series with an open, less than satisfying lazy ending, I immediately use the phone emoji and warn my friends. Lazy writer ahead!
Oh, thank you so much for this delightful comment! I can just imagine it, the righteous indignation! I think the worst ending I ever read was (after about a 400 page novel) the writer did not actually say which of her two prospective lovers was the one she chose! She just stopped writing!!