I figured it out. Not on my lonesome as I had hoped, but I know when my ass has been handed to me, so I handed it to someone else and said, "Make this mess better." That someone was my partner, and I'd been hesitant to ask her for help, even though she's been helpful in the past with stuff like this, because this stuff was The Stuff. It was The Big Case, and if she helped me with this, the tension from that storyline would be removed for her. But screw her and her reading experience! I am apparently too stupid to do this shit on my own.
I remember putting into motion the final piece of the case puzzle last weekend and feeling like that was it. The last big problem was solved, and I was going to coast right downhill to the end of the book. Then I got my ass handed to me again with the very next scene. I mean, what the fuck, book, right? But that was dealt with too (on my own mostly, although whining about it to my friend Tamara was quite useful). And now I'm feeling, again, like this is it. Downhill, baby, right to the finish line.
I'm 99% sure that I'm going to finish this story before February 1st. And I'm all jittery and freaking out. It's the end of a 300k word story, and when I think about it, my heart starts beating faster and faster in my chest, and fuck, I just don't know what to say except, "Hello, insomnia."
Is there any part of writing that makes you lose sleep?