It’s late and I can’t sleep. It’s so late it’s early.
My body is exhausted but my brain is like a little kid that wants to stay up and play. So play I did. I started writing a new story, The idea’s been kicking around in my brain for a while, but what with school and life and everything in between I didn’t have time to start it.
I feel like this story is a huge breakthrough for me. I really hope that I can push it to the wildest edge of edges and that it will drive me there. I have a good feeling that it will. It’s not the naive, pretentious crap that I used to write, and its not the forced pretentious crap I’ve tried to write since starting the MFA program. It’s just real and uncensored and just better and more genuine than anything I’ve written in a long time. Probably ever.
It’s funny because it’s basically a story that’s been dying to get out of me ever since I was 15. And I kept avoiding it to write about things I felt like I should be writing about. Well, apparently it was time to tell the story, so my brain went on sleep strike and made me start writing it now. I’m gonna be so exhausted tomorrow during my 12+ hour day, but because of the writing, I’m gonna be in a good mood despite being barely functional.
Thank God for writing!