Know your ending

I know the title of this post seems obvious. The most important part of a book after all is the ending. People can disagree with me all they want but I will stand my ground, you can come back from a shitty beginning and middle but there’s no coming back from a shitty end. The culmination of all your hard work into a rushed pile of garbage is something you want to avoid. It would be much better to smear fertilizer all over the page and let a beautiful vegetable garden sprout on the final pages.

Lol sorry, I didn’t mean to go poetic at the end. I’m a little out of it this morning. It’s been a long week at school and it’s only Tuesday. But I digress.

As I mentioned in the title, before you start writing you should know the destination. This is not a call to outline the entire book, just know the cardinal direction of it. That way you can spend the entire novel trying to get there.

The reason I am emphasizing knowing your ending is that one issue I have when I write is that I think I know my ending then I write myself out of it and have to come up with something new.

The reason I am posting this advice today is that yesterday I finished my rough draft of Third Life and since I now have a physical ending that I’m in love with I know how to fill the rest of the story with actions, clues, and props that will make the ending POP. Honestly, this is more a post to remind me that I need to focus more on my endings before every aspect of the writing process. Far too many times I have changed my ending mid-story and while being flexible when writing has opened me up to some pretty cool twists it’s also sent me down some pretty miserable rabbit holes.

The Absolute for example used to be about a writer who wanted to kill God. Now it’s about a painter remembering the importance of family. Both of these stories have absolutely sucked lol (part of the reason I’ve taken a break from editing The Absolute).

Wow, this post is already longer than it needed to be. I’m just gonna end it here and repeat the title. Know your ending before you start writing. It makes the process SO much easier.

Workshop This: Where the Apple Falls



Where the Apple Falls

by R.K. Gold

It was the perfect spring day to ignore. Carl finished his run around the lake, then went to his backyard to pose in front of Grace’s garden. He posted a shirtless selfie on Instagram. #Blessed. He didn’t correct anyone who thought he planted the flowers. Ever since his fan video of dancing in the streets went viral, his social media felt more like a full-time job. Advertisers even reached out to him, offering to pay him if he endorsed their products in his posts. It’s why he held up a new energy drink called Bliss before and after his run. Though it had enough calories and sugar to sustain a small village, and he never took a sip of it, the money was good enough to post a genuine smile next to the can.

Carl didn’t hear Grace come outside until she repeated herself. “I said we’re out of food!”

“I’ll go grocery shopping in a couple hours.” He leaned back on the porch to get a shot that showed off his body, found the filter that shaded his muscles just right, then wrote #NoFilter.


The smell of eggs woke him the next morning. He spent the night on Pinterest looking at all the things he would never build and forgot to go grocery shopping like he promised.

“I had free time after we spoke so I picked up a few things,” Grace said and handed him a plate. Carl took so many pictures of it that it was cold by the time he took his first bite.

“So, a few of the girls and I are planning a white water rafting trip to Colorado this summer. Thought maybe you’d like to tag along.”

“You say something?” Carl spat out the cold eggs and tossed them in the trash next to the sink.

“Yeah, I said Leslie, Joanne and I are planning to go to Colorado in June. Thought maybe you’d enjoy going rafting with us.”

“That’d be cool.” Carl paused. His eyes widened. “Actually, that’d be great for the new channel I’ve been talking about starting.”

“Sure, sure, whatever you need,” Grace said. She kissed her former fiancee on the cheek then left for work. Carl didn’t mind that she called off the wedding. He wanted something large he could broadcast to the world. She wanted a small beach wedding for their closest friends and family.

Carl was about to go outside and live stream his morning workout when an unknown user tried facetiming him. It could’ve been a fan but he had better things to do. Seconds after ignoring the call another popped up. This one didn’t even give him the option to ignore.

“Sorry for barging in but it’s important,” a stranger said.

“I’m actually pretty busy, so if you don’t mind — ” Carl tried to x out of the chat but it wouldn’t close.

“Unfortunately I can’t. See, Heaven only just got into Pokemon Go! and — it’s pretty addicting. I can see why so many of you got hooked.”


“Right, I’m your guardian angel L and I’m afraid I have some bad news.”

“Oh yeah?” Carl asked sarcastically, ready for this conversation to end so he could get back to his video.

“It’s the end of the world, and unfortunately I failed you. You didn’t make the cut. But hopefully, this warning gives you enough time to change your fate.”

“Yeah — right. Take care L.”

“Remember the golden rule!” they called out as Carl hung up.

Just as he was about to begin his workout the sky darkened. A mixture of red and black clouds blocked out out the sun and the earth shook.

Carl ran through the garden and out the back gate. The streets cracked. Flames erupted from the fissures but no one paid any attention. A woman was about to cross into traffic. Her face was buried in her phone and she was oblivious to the car speeding towards her. The man driving was distracted. He was recording a young girl’s face on his lap.

Carl yanked the woman out of the way just in time as the car sped into black fog. She yanked herself free from his grip and kept walking until she disappeared into a burning apartment complex.

“Carl!” Grace called.

“Grace!” he shouted back.

She walked through a crowd and spotted him. Before they could meet, a light shot down from the sky and encircled her. She dropped her phone as the light lifted her off the ground. A small crowd gathered to record her.

Carl forced his way through. “Grace!” he shouted up, but she didn’t respond. She passed through the clouds. He picked up her phone. Though the screen was cracked it still worked. He had never gone through it before, but now he saw she had almost no apps on it except the ones that came with it.

The background was a picture of them kissing. Neither one looking at the camera.

Furious, he threw both phones into the lake and ran to the closest shelter; a small hut where kids could rent out paddle boats and canoes in the summer.

His neighborhood burned and in the distance, he could see the rest of the town burned too. L was right.

A loud screech pierced the air. It stabbed Carl’s ears and made him curl into a ball on the ground. Gusts of wind rattled the hut. Shingles on the roof blew off.

Carl poked his head out the window and saw a spider-like creature with the long snout of a wolf, crawling out of a burning pit. The few people that noticed the creature tried to take pictures of it. One man even stood beside it and posed for a thumbs up selfie before the beast ate him whole.

There was no saving him, no saving any of them, but he was the only one hiding. He was the only person afraid of the end. He didn’t want the fear, he wanted oblivion.

The grass around the lake caught fire. Carl ran from the hut and dove into its shallow waters. He spotted his phone on the sandy bottom but as he kicked to retrieve it, it fell further down. The whole lake sunk. He swam deeper and deeper for it. His breath running out, but his mind as empty as the screen.

The UnPlugged Series

I’m currently on spring break, and my week has been organized around three goals: studying for my exam on Monday, writing the introduction and the first section of my group research essay, and completing the first round edits of my R.K. Gold novel.

The first two are by far the least entertaining to talk about. I am excited to say that my first round edits are nearly complete. I have one and a half more chapters to read through. However, while my mind is focused on these three goals, the one thing I haven’t been able to shake his my desire to get back to working on my QT Pi series “UnPlugged.”

The first story in the series is iLaugh iCry and it focuses on the protagonist Tyson and his escape from The United Network (T.U.N.). This was supposed to be a fun sci-fi that lightly touched on my feelings towards Technology and the importance of preserving nature. It was supposed to be a short read more focused on entertainment than anything else.

Why would I focus on something deep when I have a second pen name, my primary pen name, dedicated solely to adult literary fiction? After all, the book I’m currently editing under R.K. Gold with themes like how home and grief follow you everywhere you go and can either hold you back or catapult you to greatness.

I didn’t expect a fun little story about a high school senior and a hacker named platypus to consume my thoughts. That was until I started outlining the second book and realized this isn’t just going to be three short novellas. This was full on world building. I didn’t expect to have to create my own mythology. Create the inner workings of an expansive government or an “uncivilized” tribe. All I did was ask why after every event, and every choice my protagonist made.

I am beyond excited to finish my exam, finish my papers, and finish editing my R.K. Gold book so I can focus on this series because it just gives me that gut feeling that I am really onto something.

Rewrites DONE!

I can’t believe I’m about to say this but I’ve officially finished my rewrites. Yes, that’s right, the rewrites for The Absolute are done! Now the fun part begins. Actually having to edit this. I know rewrite Sound like editing, but really all I did was delete one rough draft and replace it with a slightly better rough draft.

I am going to do things a little differently this time. Usually, I sit on a manuscript for a while before I start editing it. But I also have a tendency to sit on m a nuscript forever and never edit it. I’m going to start edits this upcoming weekend (probably Friday).

I’m just ready to get into the next phase. All the ideas are still so fresh. I have a lot of small details that I wrote at the end of the book that I want to hint at towards the beginning and the middle. Some of his quirks became less prominent later on and I have to decide if I want to keep them or get rid of them.

Why was this so important? I basically took 50k words of poetic non-sense, deleted it, and replaced it with 70k words following an actual plot. It may not be the best plot, but it has characters that actually are there for a reason and it has some direction.

For the rest of the week, I am probably going to work on QT Pi projects. Mostly the Monster Hunter series.

As always, thanks for reading!