The elusive end of the story (a/k/a breaking the rules)

I'm still struggling with the last few scenes of my first draft of LOTH. I know I'm within about 25 pages of a complete first draft, and yet the words are not coming. I have a fuzzy picture of what I think is supposed to happen and how it's all neatly tied up, yet it's like pulling teeth to get the scenes down on paper.

I'm wondering if it's because I really can't know for sure how it's going to end until I do my revisions and make sure all the ducks are in a row, all the characters are present who need to be, all the points of view are the right ones, and so on.

Or, maybe I'm just lazy. Not sure. Maybe it's Maybelline. Or Facebook.

Anyway, in spite of my tendency to want to play by the rules here (i.e., write that crappy first draft to the bitter end, no matter what), I've started to revise. Well, what I'm doing first is a detailed outline of everything that's happened, who is present, where it took place, and so on. I should be able to have a pretty clear picture of the story as it is right now when I'm finished with that, and will be able to start cutting, adding, moving around, ramping up the conflict, and, you know, "killing my darlings." (But only if they have to go. Sigh.)

I'm planning to spend a big chunk of both quantity and quality time tomorrow and I believe I'll give myself a little while to see if those scenes will write themselves (in a manner of speaking). But if they don't flow, I'm moving on to serious revisions. It's time to get the show on the road. January is more than half over!

No matter how we try to follow someone else's suggestions in this crazy job, what they (whoever they are) say is true--what works for someone else may not work for me.

So, anyone else out there in writerland have this problem, or is it just me being ... um, me and not you?