So, my head hurts, and I can feel the tension running the length of my body from shoulder to shoulder. My neck hurts, my legs are stiff, and my body feels like if I don't move carefully, it'll break. Ye gods, I had forgotten how good it feels to write. I started out, only intending on getting an idea down before I forgot. And somehow, I lost an hour. It hurts so good...
I know that might sound strange. The juxtaposition of these pains with the idea that I feel good. But I really do feel better than I have in a long time. The pain is all from being hunched over my computer for the last hour instead of trying to sleep. It's from sitting cross legged with the computer on my lap and pouring my mind onto the blank page.
There's just something about the act of creation, even the creation of an incomplete monster like this, that is just so damn satisfying. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep this up. I don't want this to be over until I've finished the story. Which means I'll probably seem crazier than normal, staring off into space as I think about the story, and mumbling what will sound like nonsense to myself at random intervals in the day. Good times. Time to stretch out and maybe make an overdue attempt at sleep. I mean, I probably won't sleep, but it couldn't hurt to try.