This week The Hound asked:
“Most of us (writers) will depart this earth with several unfinished manuscripts. Have you ever thought of what might become of them? Will someone in your family pick them up and FINISH them? [as the estates of some famous authors have done]. Would you WANT anyone (family or otherwise) to finish writing those stories you envisioned and possibly outlined? “
The quick answer would be, “No, I don’t think my works will be finished by anyone else”, but that comes with conditions.
My sister was the one who wanted to be a writer and got me started, however, our styles are completely different. I have finished works; I have works published. She hasn’t finished many and she inherited even more of the family fatalism than I have.
There is no way that she could finish my works the way I’d like, although she might toy with the idea. The likelihood of her changing /finishing my works is highly unlikely.
Then there is the ‘winner’ of the ideas I offered up in a recent post to see what was the most appealing. The top choice was a story which was actually the premise thought up by my grandson some years ago. He knew that he was too young and inexperienced to write it, but now he is nearly grown to where he just might take it on in a few years. However, he has stopped writing. I hope that he goes back to it someday.
(Now the question is, do I add his name to it even if I finish it? I suppose that I will have to ask him. He was not thrilled with the original opening which I showed to him.)
With any luck, I have a few more years left and I intend to get this one and others completed soon.
And as I think of it, a couple of my short stories are weird/supernatural/otherworldly enough that one of my granddaughters might try her hand at them, should I leave them unfinished.
I am hoping that it will not be necessary, however.
I truly am putting in more effort.
I now have more time.