Writing toward the abyss. . .

I'm literally in the home stretch of Messiah now, a few thousand words from capping off ten books and seventeen years worth of work.  This is where I'm getting all sweaty and nervous.   Especially since I've spent 250K+ words so far continually upping the ante, I'm hoping that the climax will justify the build up.  Also nerve-inducing is the fact that I don't yet have any commitments for what I'm going to write after this, it will be literally the first time in my writing career when I don't ...