Held by Water - Musing About The End of My Novel

 

So, I'm writing this novel, and - finally - I reach the last chapter, and at the end of that chapter, my female protagonist - a 50-year-old woman who ran away from her second wedding before saying, I do - has all these profound thoughts while floating in the ocean, held by water. And I'm pretty pleased with myself and my writing until—

I remember that she is in the Pacific Ocean. In Big Sur. In May. There is no floating in that water in May having profound thoughts. It's freaking 60 degrees and a 50-year-old woman - or anybody really - would be scrambling to stay warm, peddling, catching her breath.

I guess, she'll have to have those profound thoughts somewhere else. Maybe back at shore. After a short dip. Warming up wrapped in a towel or a robe, or back in her silly sweat suit. The one with the Joker-smile bears and the sequined salmon. Looking at the sunset. Or the sunrise.

Oh my. Back to revising the revision. Again