I also realised something interesting in my stories. Or you know, the tendency is interesting that my stories rarely end with finality. Like they never get to a point where things are either a-ok or completely horrible. My stories always seem to end when things are put on the track and it can go either way from here, or at least most of them do.

Spoilers to whom it may concern but The Rains Come ends with them defeating the militia but the only plan is to make camp where they are, gather themselves and try to do something. Sure they have ideas and initiative and they seem organised but even the characters themselves are sure it will all fall apart in a few weeks.

In Static ends with the three characters coming to an agreement about what to do but you don’t know when it will happen if it will happen at all. It’s actually canon that it’s taken hundreds and hundreds of attempts just to get where the story begins.

The ending of Reminder is like that too because the last scene when Howard writes on the whiteboard you don’t know what it means just that it makes the ending of Leaper not final.

In a way the ending of July 14th is also like that because the story is still happening when it ends (I know, it’s weird, time travel is my thing) and now with Vale it’s like that too. Things are all put on track and in a classic movie you would see it flourish and "T E N   Y E A R S   L A T E R” you see them married with babies and jobs and everybody has their dreams fulfilled and that is not to say it doesn’t happen in these stories but you don’t know that. 

I hope it wouldn’t feel unfulfilling to people because to me it’s kind of cathartic that for the purposes of the novel the character’s story ends but it’s a reminder that the world will keep changing around them and so nothing that I could write, even if I wrote something definitive, will be final.

Unless I write that they lived happily ever after but I don’t do that.