The Grand Finale

I came to the last scene of "Ten Years In" two days ago. I suddenly decided that the script was finished. I had reached page 129 after all. I felt intense relief and the impetus to crack a bottle of champagne or do some psychedelic drugs. I had a great day with Sierra and her brother Noah and his girlfriend Lain who had just come in from Mexico. I walked around the city elated at a job well done. The next morning I realized that my last scene was not only saccharine as hell, but also brought the screenplay to a dead stop. I spent a good chunk of the day rewriting the last act. It's so easy to decide that you're done, but it's much more difficult to actually find your ending.