What. The. Heck.
So NaNo? Was kind of a big bust for me. I kept changing my mind about what I wanted to write, flittering around with what I was writing, then hating it and dumping it. I seriously wrote no more than a couple thousand words for the entire month. Big stress, actually, in a lot of ways I won't go into. Not nearly as much fun as I thought I would have.
As soon as the month ends (and I mean almost to the second, seeing as how I watched the clock strike midnight), I'm writing. And not just writing, I mean writing. Ten thousand words in three days, and I'm still going.
Just. Like. That. *snaps*
The flow is awesome, challenging, all the fun I expected NaNo to be but wasn't.
I am convinced that there is something seriously screwy with my brain. I'm mentally twisted around somehow, inside when I should be out. But man, am I upset that I have to work now. All I want to do is write.
O_o I don't know whether to be thrilled or horrified at this.