some writers have the knack of writing a story where, when you've reached the end, you're left wondering where the characters went from there. what happened in the rest of their lives? they're still interesting.
others write a story in which everything is tied up all nice and neat, no dangling strings, no curiosity about the characters. everything
many drag the story on, kicking and screaming, long after any interest has died. they write stories with a definite end ... and just keep driving. occasionally they manage to recover and make things interesting again, but not often. so, as often as not, you wind up despising even characters whom you adored.
still others begin to write the second sort - and die before they finish.
others write a story in which everything is tied up all nice and neat, no dangling strings, no curiosity about the characters. everything
importantabout them is known. they can now fade into obscure and contented retirement.
many drag the story on, kicking and screaming, long after any interest has died. they write stories with a definite end ... and just keep driving. occasionally they manage to recover and make things interesting again, but not often. so, as often as not, you wind up despising even characters whom you adored.
still others begin to write the second sort - and die before they finish.