So I managed to finish the ending after all. It meant that I only got to sleep thirty minutes, but I got it done before work. My problem was I was looking at the entire wall fresco instead of just the little corner of the picture I was trying to write.
You see there is still a whole lot of story left to tell but I am only trying to tell a small portion of it right now. I’ll get to the rest later.
I will expand more on my epiphany (common sense to others) eventually. However, right now I’ve slept maybe a half an hour in the past 36 (brain refuses to even think about math at the moment) or something hours and my pillows demand my presence.
Book done. Sleep now.