frenzied writing
The last couple of chapters of a book usually pour out in a frenzy, which is exhausting. Things come together, and they push. The comparison to labor is overdone, but that's because like all cliches, it's apt. I'm thinking that I'll have this book (finally finally) done by the end of the week. (Not that you should highlight or anything, because that would be tempting maluch.)
Today I sent off many books to the winners of the last drawing. Tomorrow I will draw the name of the person who gets the second pile o' books. Friday I will collapse.