I’ve got about another 35K or so left to do on 415 Ink. Or at least I hope so because the book has to end. All books have to end. Or at least the writing part of them should. I believe the best books are written as if the reader is sliced into the characters’ lives at a certain point and then end at a satisfying enough point the reader is okay with the writer leaving them there BUT they know the story—those lives—continue on.
Or at least that’s what motivates me while I write.
So as I tighten up the threads I untangled for Rebel, 415 Ink’s first book, I have to look at what will be another ending for me… the final Sinners book.
I have mixed feelings about ending this series. Unlike Cole’s last book, there probably will be no going back to Miki and Kane. I might do an off the cuff novella about Con and Forest to wrap up a couple of loose ends but the core central couple of M&K will be finished at the end of Sin and Tonic.
It’s not bittersweet. Not yet. It might be at the end of S&T’s word count when I’m stabbing the last few words out on the keyboard and moving the cat’s ass so I can hit the shift button.
I probably will go back to the same music I listened to in Sinners for the soundtrack while writing S&T. We’ll see. 415 Ink has a shit ton of Soundgarden, Toadies, Temple of the Dog, Pearl Jam, Foo Fighters and then a bunch of pounding classic rock like Whole Lotta Love, Black Betty, and others. Music flavours words for me. I need that spice in the back of my head while I write. It also helps me focus.
Someone asked me… well more than a few someones… they ask about what KIND of music Sinners/Crossroads play. My answer always is; I can’t answer that. I never will answer that. Their music should be a personal choice for the reader. An intimate selection of sound to flavour the words I’ve written for the band. You have to decide that for yourself, find the beat you need for those words to come alive. However, I do have a good idea on what Miki looks like on stage…or rather how he comes alive there.
So, I’m going to leave you with Hyde and his band, Vamps, so I can contemplate endings, words and probably move yet another cat ass intruding on my keyboard.