Ok, I’m not even going to address the question of whether I can possibly deliver a complete manuscript in 8 days. Can’t you see I’m working heah?

But what I will disclose is that after all this time without a clue as to the final sentence, or even the final idea — a time during which I simply waited in dumb faith that one would appear — one did appear. It always seems to happen like that. You just keep grinding forward blindly hoping that something will pop out of the periphery and make itself known. This is the final note, the ringing tone that will bleed into infinity, leaving a reader satisfied that the story is done. Now all I have to do is get all the words that lead up to that last one. It’s a lot easier when you can see the end.

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