Other people manage to get endings right

I can't think of a thing to write about, except that I cleaned out my closets today (even the linen closet!), and no one wants to hear about that. I dusted off a couple of old stories this afternoon and sent them off. I thought up a short story idea that might actually work, if I can figure out how it should end.

That's always my problem. I never know how a short story should end. Endings are my nemesis. Nemeses. Whatever.

The reason I cleaned out my closets, and cleaned my room, is because I j...