Sprinting (more like limping) To The End

So close. So very very close to the end of this latest manuscript. As I ever so slowly limp toward the end of this manuscript I am of course haunted with the eternal questions that every writer asks:

Is it any good?

Why did I want to write about these characters?

Will it sell?

And the answers? Who knows and frankly who cares. It's not as if I

can *stop* writing. These characters haunt me until I write down their stories. They don't go away. They don't leave me alone. So write I must. And finish..well soon hopefully soon.