Ain't it Funny?

Okay, so I was deep into my latest book, about two-thirds of the way done. I was telling myself that I would buckle down and finish my book in November. And then, last Monday, bam! A new story hit me like a freight train. I couldn't ignore it. It was just festering in my head. So I obeyed my muse and sat down to write. Well, less than two weeks later, and after several nights of hardly any sleep at all, I'm 31,000 words deep, and more than half way done with this new story. It's not the exact genre I was targeting, and I don't know where it will take me, but I couldn't just ignore it.

I have to admit, I've written 1 and 2/3 books already, and this was the first time I felt that way. The overwhelming urge to create, to the point where even sleep seemed secondary. What an amazing rush!

I'm hopeful. Very hopeful.