Coming in for a landing

I'd hoped - it's been a weekend crowded with the offices of friendship - to finish the "polish" on Magistrates of Hell this weekend: to all intents and purposes, it'll be done (and I appear to have fairly minimal cutting). It doesn't look like that's going to happen, though I'm doing the next-to-the-last scene; sort of like a football team that can't make those last three yards.

As far as I'm concerned, the most important part of the books is how it ends: like a dragon landing on the point of a pencil. It's got to be right. The whole book is about the ending - and the beginning. It's what defines the story: how does it start, and where does it end?

And there's a LOT of school-work to get done today, not to speak of laundry and obligatory things like exercise and cleaning cat-boxes and ironing all my Hawaiian shirts so I don't go to the college all wrinkly tomorrow.