If you got a problem, yo, I’ll solve it, check out this essay I wrote about my first concert. “To the Extreme,” in The Rumpus.
So I’m 240 pages into this novel and I never thought I’d get this far. Now, I’ve got to figure out how to finish the thing. Now that I’ve got these two characters in the same room, so to speak, how do I resolve all this tension and tie up all these threads so that if feels organic, and satisfying and, as my grad school workshops would say, earned. The only way to do something like this, I’ve learned, is to just go ahead and give it your best shot, and to see if it works. To pray it does.