The last page.
The panic, the emptiness, the loss of control feeling as a novel goes from me to we. These feelings continue. They go on and on.
The root of this anxiety is not fear.
The root is not the possibility of rejection.
The root is not swimming in fate’s sea of circumstance .
These feelings come from ownership.
The work is yours alone. Everything that happens after the last page is yours alone. Everything that comes next is by will and by permission.
The novel is the ultimate rebellion against collectivism, even if it rallies for that.
Such a rebellion comes at a price.