Epiphany

So I'm standing at the stove, cooking the family dinner. The wife is on the phone discussing the fundraiser for the kid's school, Helen, my youngest, is listening to Stephen Fry read another Harry Potter book, and Lily is in her room, plotting world-domination and scribbling the plans in her journal with the little heart-shaped lock.

There I am, tongs in hand, cooking pork-chops and kinda turning over where I need to go with the WIP in my mind as I turn over the chops. Examining the characters and pieces in the puzzle.

And then it hits me. The end to The Incorruptibles.

Never before have I NOT had an ending in mind before starting a novel. I've always written to an ending.

Wow. I didn't know not having my ending firmed up was so stressful.

But now? I'm gonna knock the rest of this bastard out. Week, maybe. Two.

That is all.