I'm working on a short story lately and I feel as if my character and I are a little bit like Thelma and Louise.
We are looking over the cliff in our car and I look at my character and I wonder how on Earth she brought me here.
And my character says, "Let's keep going!"
And I look at her and think she's losing it. "Are you sure?" I ask, knowing full well what will happen if I press the gas pedal.
"Yeah," she says. "We did it!"
This is a beautiful way to end a story and usually it's that teary eyed feeling I think a lot of writers get when you end up saying goodbye to a character. But it's usually not how you want to begin the rising action of a story. You see, when they drive off the cliff, the credits roll. You don't see how the car hits the bottom of the cliff, the clean up that happens, the police activity, and all that other gunk.
Whenever I have written myself into a corner like this, I end up tracking backwards a little bit to try to find my way back to the main road.
And I can't help but end up feeling like this -