If you are like me, and you are in the last few chapters of a book you are really gobbling up, you have mixed feelings about bringing it to a conclusion. You may glance back at the former chapters, smiling at the characters, entanglements and adventures that caught your interest and imagination.
I’m exactly at that point in the book I keep in my head, The Misadventures and Wonderful World of Me. I can turn this book on its edge and see the bookmark is over three-fourths of the way to the back cover. I don’t have the foggiest idea how it will end. There are still a few story lines that need to come together, and the author (that would be me) knows I’m not much for unfulfilled culminations. I wish I could make the ending move more slowly, but the pages are flipping by at a more accelerated rate.
Read on, Don. Finish it up with gusto.
Who knows, decades from now, a grandson might be sharing the final chapter of my book with his youngest daughter. She may laugh with delight, saying, “I’m glad it had such a happy ending.”