And Out of Nowhere

I wrote the last chapter of the Book yesterday. Not that I'm writing the thing sequentially, of course: I've been pinging around from section to section (section one seemed almost done a few weeks ago, until I realized I really had to add some more stuff; section two is largely wrapped up; section three, still heavily under construction). But suddenly I knew what the last line was, and what led up to it.

Sometimes writing is like taking a long car trip to a place you've never been. You don't know how long it will take, really (no matter what Mapquest tells you). Some of the landscape is familiar, some not so much. And sometimes you arrive at your destination feeling like it wasn't what you expected at all. At least now, while I may not know all the landscape on the road until I drive through it, I have a snapshot in my head of what I'm heading for.