Know your ending. So many of my writer friends tell me that knowing the ending of your novel will stifle your creativity, limit the possibilities. I disagree. For me, knowing where I was going while I was writing Baby Grand helped me to get there, no different than driving a car to a destination. On many long nights, being able to envision the final scene was like a beacon in the darkness when I was plagued with doubt and suffering from writer’s block. And once I got to the last page of Baby Grand, my last lines were pretty much as I thought they’d be. However, the circumstances around those lines had changed — scenes were rewritten, characters had developed in new and surprising ways — and that’s because even though I’d ended up where I knew I was going, I had taken a few detours along the way.