If nothing goes wrong (and something usually does), I'll write for a couple of hours today. During that time, I should complete the last few scenes of the novel on which I've been working for several months. To tell the truth, I've written sort of slowly for the past few days, knowing that I was about to reach this point. There's something sort of sad about coming to the end of a book, whether it's one you've enjoyed reading or one you've sweated over and created.
But, fear not. I have more to do. After writing the first draft, to quote the Carpenters, "We've only just begun." My preferred process involves re-reading the preceding few scenes each time I sit down to write, editing them while I get an idea of what I was writing and where I was going with it. That means that there's been a certain amount of editing all along. However, there's more to be done.
I'll start from the first and read through the whole novel, trying to deepen the characters and make their activities and emotions more consistent. I'll look for inconsistencies in the story. This was pointed out to me early in my writing journey by Dr. Dennis Hensley, who questioned how a character could leave his car at one location one evening and hop in it at a different one the next morning. Time travel? Did Scotty beam him up? Now I look for those things. I'll polish the wording, killing off adjectives and adverbs right and left, removing unnecessary commas, and looking for overuse of such pet words of mine as "just."
I have a lot of work ahead of me, but I look forward to polishing the story. After all, now I know how it ends.