It’s a well known fact that my favourite movie of all time is Francis Ford Coppola’s version of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. My heart just melts when I watch it. (Incidently, my husband HATES the film.) BUT I can’t watch it the whole way through. I stop it right when the men walk into the asylum, “saving” Mina. (Saving her, my ass…) We all need our little illusions in life and that one’s mine. In Wondra’s World, Dracula and Mina get to live happily ever after. (Forever and ever and ever, etc.)
I was watching Dracula one night last week, a little bit tipsy and a little bit sleepy, and I fell into this sort of half sleep/half daydream fantasy about the movie. The ending that played out for me that night was far, far better than the one I was suppose to be watching.
When I woke up, it was like someone had lit a fire under my ass (as my mom would say). I had a vision and I had to see it through. 24 manic hours of writing, three drafts, and two betas later, I had “my ending.” And this is it: