Last night I stayed up until 2:30 because the ending of Something in the Rain came to me. I've known since I had the story idea back in May how the ending would happen, but the words were coming to me rapid fire last night.
I burned dinner trying to handle my "real" work, get the words out on paper and cook simultaneously. On the bright side, since its only the third time in seven years that I have ruined my dinner, my family let it go.
Tonight I will definitely be working on it again. But I feel victorious in having achieved seven thousand words of it last night, which is almost double what I had before.