I thought I knew everything about these characters after working with them for so long. At the very least, I thought I knew the parts of them they were willing to share, things I wasn’t even willing to blatantly share with readers because when Kevin whispered the secrets about how much his father’s emotional abuse hurt him, I knew I needed to stay quiet about the details.
But tonight as I finished up my third edits with my publisher on Flare, book 3 of North Star, I had an epiphany. Yes, it was that big. My heart nearly beat its way out of my chest as I excitedly told my husband my realization.
You see, I have never been happy with how I had finished the last few paragraphs of Flare. I’ve tried to fix them for months, but the last three days, I worked and re-worked about a half page. I wrote and rewrote, never satisfied, so I sent the offending bits to Con Riley and Jay Northcote, two great friends and the only people I’m willing to ever show my work in the raw.
Then this evening as I reworked the last line of the book yet again, cutting more words, I finally heard them sing. Not that they were amazing words, by any stretch of the imagination, but that they tugged tight all those strings I had interwoven for months and months. One sentence took Hugo from a person who reacts to things around him and transformed him so readers can see how he is now consciously in charge of his life.*
*I realize I’m probably more able to see this than any of my readers will, but like I said, I’ve had Hugo and Kevin whispering secrets about themselves for ages.