My writing may have hit a new obsession. I find that when I'm not writing, I'm reading, and when I'm not reading I'm thinking about reading or writing or a combination of the two.
I went into Chapters one day and, oddly, I felt like I was suppose to be there. Like I belonged there. Silly, I know.
Another night I was writing about nightmares, and woke in the middle of the night from a nightmare. One that was unrelated to my story, but it was a bad dream nonetheless. It's always something when like, real or not, works its way into your dreams.
I've been writing up a storm, and have so much more to go. I can barely wait to be able to write 'The End' on my story and have a finished project. Something complete. Something I did.
