There’s no ending yet, but there might be one later, so keep writing, beginning and seemingly endless middle. Because the rosy good-ending glasses through which you’ll look back down at the muddy valley through which you crawled up to the peak will cut out whatever doesn’t fit within your allotted time to speak on the late night talk show when the host asks, “So how’d you do it?” Everyone’s at home watching and the producer won’t let you give the honest answer, “You just had to be there.”