I wrote another 2500 words tonight once I got home from LA (I drove up to visit friends. Despite the fact that I actually don't really know how to drive). It's that beginning of a new project feeling. That consuming feeling. That fire being fueled. I feel like I could work on this straight and be done with a first draft in a couple months. I know this feeling won't last, but goddamn, it's a good feeling. It almost feels like a purge, and I feel like I can't write FAST enough. And I think I like this project about 10x better than my last attempt at a novel (which I am SHELVING, not scrapping). It feels more organic. I can be more... well, me.
The insomnia probably helps. I haven't slept before 5 am since... I can't even remember. I'm too anxious about everything in my life.
5500 words is only about 20 pages, and I wonder when I'll run out of steam, but it would be really nice if I could actually... you know. Finish this. Well, because you know, the sooner I finish, the sooner I can actually start revising it as my thesis project. Because let's be real here -- who is actually going to write their entire thesis in one semester??
Three years to write and polish this novel -- and then find it a home. I want to be on moonie's mischief roll too! =D