So I have made it to the last scene. But it's not as simple as that. Of course not.
I now have two more scenes to add earlier on. And there will be more revision later. BUT I think I finally have a story that hangs together well enough to justify the effort.
Sometimes getting the words out is like wringing a wet towel. My muse is resisting this job, as she does when I've been at it for a while. She gets bored and longs for something new and shiny to play with. But I have to be the Editor from Hell and force her to go on. I don't particularly enjoy it, but that's the way it goes.
So happy feelings that the end is nearing, and spurred on by the prospect of thinking about something else.