I typed “The End” on this bad boy this morning, after writing the last chapter and part of the epilogue at my local pub last night. I was actually at home trying to finish the epilogue after I got home but I fell dead asleep at the desk and woke up at 2:30AM, stared at the bizarre mishmash of semi-words I’d apparently typed in my sleep, and shrugged and went to bed.
This morning, armed with a double-strength coffee and a banana, I cleaned up the epilogue and typed “The End.”
This doesn’t mean the book is done, though. I’m going to work on something else for a month or so, then come back and do a rewrite.
Seriously, it’s in the rewrite that the magic happens.