Ever so glorious, thank the gods it's here finally, spring!
I noticed that the Blogger dashboard this morning said, "We're out of beta" and I immediately thought, "Well, someone should send out for more beta, then." And then I realized I wasn't kidding. Blogger beta, new blogger, blogger classic, seems like they've all been giving me fits from the word, "go."
But this post isn't about my woes with Blogger. It's about new beginnings, about Spring, and about the mudpit in my yard. Okay, maybe not too much about the mudpit in my backyard. Let's just leave it at the fact that you can take eight steps and grow eight inches in height, courtesy of the mud that cakes on your shoes, and that the runoff swale has officially surrounded Castle Xandra with a three-sided moat.
Spring is full of new beginning imagery--trees budding, the earth warming, flowers just peeping their heads up above the ground after a long winter's nap. But Spring makes me think of endings. More specifically, happy endings. The ones that come at the end of a good story.
In all the stories I write, there's an underlying theme of rebirth. Discovering who you are, and what you want out of life is a springtime of sorts for my story themes. But as themes go, it doesn't show up in the beginning of the story--it's the culmination of the story's events. To me, a good story ending is a good beginning for What Comes Next for the characters. I've noticed that as I get older, I'm not so enchanted with the "...and they lived happily ever after. The End." I hold more hope for the characters if the end of the story is closer aligned with, "...and this was a good start to their relationship. The End (of the story)."
Spring makes for great endings, too.