That's it. That's the goal. I have a three-day weekend and I'm going to finish "the project." I should only have two short chapters to go and I just want to get it done. It's easy to anxious about finishing. I want to get it all right, but it's never going to be right the first time through. If I put off finishing because I'm waiting for just the right piece of imagery or dialogue or something to enter my head that is somehow going to make it all right, I'll be waiting a long time. And those sorts of things really only come one the page is before me, when I'm in the process of writing. There's no point in waiting.
So, I've blocked out some time, excused myself from some family activities, and I'm going to write the ending. But then my mind starts thinking about revision, how to go about it, how long it might take, and I start to think about who I know who might be willing to read a first draft. Look out, it might be you.
Anyway, off to work.