I am so close now. One more night should do it. I have returned from the woods, where I wrote fifty typed pages over five nights. It was a fantastic recalibration, and, like my dad said, “Even if you don’t finish, I think you’ll do good things for the book.”

Maybe so. Once I left the cabin and returned to writing on the laptop, I wrote another 25 pages before getting back to New York City. Yesterday alone, I wrote over 11,000 words.

The end approaches. The question is: is it going to be tonight?