I have a problem with ending things. I’m a pantser, see. I’m flying by the seat of my pants, feeling which way the wind blows

I have a problem with ending things. I’m a pantser, see. I’m flying by the seat of my pants, feeling which way the wind blows
There comes a time in every writer’s life . . . actually lots of times, if we’re going to be honest . . . when
This isn’t, necessarily, about series. Although it could certainly apply to them. No, it’s something I’ve realized about myself after more than a dozen novels