omnipotence! I want a piece of that
On the many train rides I have taken today and yesterday, I had ample time to ponder Oz and where it's going. That lead to a map of Mountaindale, a grocery list for Dean and Castiel, and most importantly: an ending for the story.
Don't get me wrong: I've been pondering the end of Oz for a while now--since I first started writing 'I can barely hear my heart beating'. After torturing a friend (who doesn't even participate in SPN fandom and is a total trooper) on AIM for a few hours with my gibberish about a Wizard of Oz story wrapped up in a paranoid conspiracy wrapped up in religious mumbo jumbo, I came up with a vague sketch of how Oz would end. Thankfully, the ending I devised on the train is far superior and so wonderfully me in all its excess and self indulgence that I adore it. Usually I know when I have ideas that are more precious to me as a writer and to my ego than actually fit the story deep deep down, but this feels right. This feels like the perfect ending.
Don't get me wrong: I've been pondering the end of Oz for a while now--since I first started writing 'I can barely hear my heart beating'. After torturing a friend (who doesn't even participate in SPN fandom and is a total trooper) on AIM for a few hours with my gibberish about a Wizard of Oz story wrapped up in a paranoid conspiracy wrapped up in religious mumbo jumbo, I came up with a vague sketch of how Oz would end. Thankfully, the ending I devised on the train is far superior and so wonderfully me in all its excess and self indulgence that I adore it. Usually I know when I have ideas that are more precious to me as a writer and to my ego than actually fit the story deep deep down, but this feels right. This feels like the perfect ending.