This is what normal feels like.

Half-way through May, and a couple of weeks into my first post-Script Frenzy writing project. Surprise, surprise: it’s going well.

Really well, though I only realize it when I’m not actually writing. When I’m sitting down and working on this story, it’s an incredible struggle. I’m getting the words down, but just barely, and it’s taking forever. (I can usually write about a thousand words in an hour, whether I’m flying blind or working with an outline. Depending on the day, I’m taking about twice that long on this story.) It’s the most frustrating project I’ve worked on in a couple of years.

But it’s good. The story’s flowing well, and there aren’t any long boring bits of exposition that drag the reader away from the creepiness. A couple of short boring bits, but they’re necessary, and they’re bookended nicely by action. I’m kind of in love with my characters (though I’m having a terrible time writing one of them), and I can’t wait for them to meet each other. I’m already imagining a sequel (a possible sequel, at least. I’m not sure if I’ll write it).

The best part is, when I’m not actively working on the story, I want to be. I’m thinking about it constantly. I’ve had to drag myself away from the computer more than once because I just didn’t have time to get involved again—and I know that every time I sit down to work on this one, I’m going to be at it for a while.

I can’t remember the last time I was this excited to be working on something. I feel like I’ve said that before, but this time… it’s not different, exactly, but it is a progression. I’m remembering that I love to write, that it’s not just something to do because I’m good at it.