The end of my book is---I'll admit it freely--- scrappy. It needs lots of work.
But right now I just can't settle to it properly. I sense what's to be done, but I'm not ready for it.
I'm itching to get back to earlier stuff and cut for pace/polish/revise. Maybe it's displacement...but I can't shake the feeling I need to get back and ensure the train is on the track.
So I'm going with the itch. The scrappy patch will have to wait. Oh dear...this could be avoidance in action.