Forgetting the end.
Great fiction is written without the end in sight. Sure, the writer might have a rough idea of what the end might look like. But, even still, the real end is rarely the same end the writer works up in her head. This is a treasure for the reader. If the writer knows where she is going, the reader will likely know too. Readers are intuitive creatures. They're not easily fooled. And so if the writer is hoping to write an exciting story, a story that obsesses the reader until the very end, she is better to not know where she is going. I say all this and I wonder why it is we so badly want to know the end of our own lives, paths, relationships and creative endeavors. It's not only impossible but unexciting.