I think I said before that my current story surprised me. By showing up sooner than I'd anticipated, mostly.

The broad idea I've had in my head for a few years now. So maybe this story was like a gumbo, or a roast, taking its time in a slow fire. Getting to just right.

Or I could be deluded. Writer's privilege either way.

And the story surprised me again today. I finished it, in one big long fell swoop. I knew the ending was coming up, and then once I started working on it, the real meat of the thing came into my head. And there was no stopping after that.

So that's done.

And then I said to myself, oh, there's on more line I need to add. And I went back to where I thought I should add that line.

Turns out, I needed to remove a line or two, not add. And then it really is finished. Edits and so on to go, but that's that.

Which is a good feeling, indeed.