…….and it felt good. While I didn’t write the actual ‘The End’, it was a definitive ending that will carry over into the next story. There were a lot of fun and humorous moments in this story, as well as frustrating ones, but I muddled through and got to that final period that ended the final sentence.
There were some interesting things going on in this story, not the least of which that it has parallels to my saucy speakeasy story.  The story begins and ends in a cemetery and involves a family. The Narrator descends into a basement (house, library, county court house, store) on at least four separate occasions. She grows progressively less resistant to the idea that she has power, that she matters, that she has a voice. Her reliance on ghosts is cut off until she finally is able to embrace her strength and power and chooses to face it, rather than run, which was her normal reaction.
If I were to apply Jungian theory to this, I’d call the basement the physical representation of the Narrator’s subconscious. In each instance, she is given information, which she takes back with her to the surface. By not resisting her own power, she is literally able to unlock and open doors without using a key or lock picks. By choosing to embrace this power, she destroys the lies told about herself and is given the opportunity to know herself honestly.
This was not a planned theme – as I drew closer to the ending, I became increasingly aware of these subtle meanings within the text. As I go back into it, for editing, revision and general clean up, I’m sure I’ll start finding more subtleties and either rein them in or emphasize them a little more.
 I wrote a blog post in March of this year about the multiple similarities between this novel and my saucy speakeasy. You can find it here.