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Opening Myself Up

So, I went to the Glimmer Train group last night, and I felt so out of place. I felt like a scribbler in a roomful of serious people. I know that I'm capable of good writing, but it's tough when everyone else is writing things that are not just serious but introspective and surprising and hypnotic and what you've done is just...silly.

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mortaine
Jan. 16th, 2004 09:57 am (UTC)
I find the ending to be deliberately ambiguous, yet somehow satisfying. As the author, I don't know if there's a happy ending there or not. Love certainly could conquer all, or this can be a very sad little ending for Judge Quinn and his faithful Elise. It's written to leave the door open for either possibility.

As a reader, I want it to be the happy ending-- he gives her the perfume bottle before she hands him the letter, or he gives it to her despite her letter, or something. And yet, as a human, I know all too seldom does a conflict resolve that way.