The mysteries of inspiration!

I'm currently writing a second novel, which will probably be as short as the first one, but hey, intention is what matters, isn't it? After a great period of time, I was blocked on it for a few weeks long, without exaggerating. I was unable to write another word to finish it, even though I knew perfectly how to end it. Simply, it was an inspiration breakdown. A word here, a word there, without enthusiasm.

We get to this night, I woke up at 3:29am for god knows what reason. And suddenly, I knew how to write this ending. Don't ask me why or how, I finally knew how to write it in a manner satisfying to me. That's it, it seems I'm not blocked anymore, I've already begun to write some of it.

Inspiration and its mysteries. I hope to finish soon the first draft of this new story, before attacking the... awesome... re-reading phase!