You know, I experienced something strange today. While in bewteen working on a plethora of study reviews for Government class, I would take a break to write some on the currently unnamed novel I've been working on for a few days (hey--we all have to start somewhere!).
So I wanted to read over what I'd incoherently scribbled right before hitting the pillow. And I found something to my astonishment--I actually liked the story and the characters!
I kept reading on and on, enjoying the strange names I'd thrown together in my sleep-deprived mind, and the characters themselves. And then it stopped midsentence. For some strange reason I thought Man! I can't believe the author didn't finish it!. Then I remembered. Oh yeah, I wrote this.
^_^ Only I could be so dorky. It's a gift, and a curse.....