First up, the 2nd edition paperback of Case of the Missing Millionaire is now available on and ships anywhere! Click on this link to buy. It's $8.99 and available now.

Moving along, one of the hardest things for most writers is to finish a story. I'm not bragging when I say it's easier for me, I am many things but "sentimental" has never once been used to describe me. Still when I finish one I feel sad, morose, and mopey, and the only thing to cheer me up is to plan a sequel, even when 90% of the time I don't intend to follow through.

My mother was a writer and preferred notebooks. She was actually pretty damn good, despite her genre being a precursor to chick-lit with more intelligence and less humor written in 70's & 80's, sort of her anti-romance novels. I have boxes of these stories in my basement (I inherited them years ago when she passed) and they all have one thing in common: the last chapter is never written.

I have tons of friends in the same boat. Maybe you're in it too. It's come to my attention this is a huge issue for many writers. So today I want to share with you the way I can easily finish a story, even if I'm bummed out about it.

Most people see finishing a story as a kind of death. In the way that the "Death" card of a Tarot is death, yeah, sure. Both actually just mean the end of a period, the precursor to a transition into something else. They key is to imagine your story is a child and the end of this tale is sending them off to college. That's a sad time for any parent, but immediately most start making plans to turn Junior's room into an office and also start daydreaming about Junior becoming a doctor, marrying, settling down. Transition, not death. 

Just remember every death is a transition. All things must pass. However, when in doubt, cheat like hell! Go ahead and write up notes on a sequel. It will soften the blow, and who knows? Maybe someday you will use it, or change names/dates/characters and have a completely new story.

It's a short blog today as I am bogged down with work, and I do promise a new long one this weekend. To explain the title, the original banshees were women who sang at funerals, similar to a Jewish Cantor. Their lamentations of the dead, mostly Scottish, were beautiful and mournful. Modern Celtic BS mostly at the hands of Yeats has them turned into Fey creatures.