Alas, Volume 7, Season 7 of SEVEN DAYS IN CARRINGTON is chugging into the station and we're all getting off. Putting the soul into the triumphant finish, one of the endearing B Group characters won't be stepping onto the platform. I know, it's sad, hard, cruel, and necessary. It's life. I never said it would last forever. Although I suspect many of my friends would beg to differ.
So much to say and do, with so little time. Have I really worn out my welcome in CARRINGTON? But there is a silver lining in every quarantine, as my soul hunkers down for the business of wrapping things up.
Primed by the recent absorption of (2-3 hrs. daily) GREY's ANATOMY, my November binge underscores a delicate balancing act of how a good story becomes a great TV series. In the legitimacy of 'writing off' a decent character, we create compassion, suspense, and thwack it with a blunt ending. Happens all the time on TV, although less frequently in literary fiction. In Downton Abbey, remember how we cried over Matthew? Since fiction is larger than life, our near and dear like Real Life Friends will understand who gets it. And why. If my characters were real, they would know (like Grey's suggests) where we as believers are bound when the story ends.
Will it be Anne, Lacey, Katja, Lise, or Kate? What about Jon? He's been so faithful all these years, and he still goes to the bank every day! The guy defies resilience, although I am picking up on some signals that he and Lacey are at an impasse...Nevertheless, we shall all have to wait to find out, 'what happens next.' (That's a question posed by one of my dear readers, Kathy Meservey, and it was all her fault that I wrote Volume 2. And 3, 4,5,6 and finally, thank God, #7.
Almost fully recovered from the Election of 2020, with a stocked pantry, enough T.P. to last us 'til 2023, and unlimited NETFLIX to spur the creative juice, my "home for the holidays" has officially begun.
Photos courtesy of Microsoft.