Had a really lovely experience last night re: the unnamed project (which MAY have a name now due to said experience, need to toss it around a bit more) which I haven't had with any story for awhile. I wrote two more pages after my last post, then turned everything off and laid down.
Probably less than a half hour later, I bolted up and turned the computer back on because I'd figured out a minor character's purpose, a few plot holes got filled, and I got a quote that gave me the possible title. No real writing, just notes. But god, it felt good to be back in that position of 'crap, want sleep, but idea may leave if I sleep and it's too good to let go'.
Oh, and I didn't hear back from the people from the English club, so...yeah. But that's okay. There's always next year.
Probably less than a half hour later, I bolted up and turned the computer back on because I'd figured out a minor character's purpose, a few plot holes got filled, and I got a quote that gave me the possible title. No real writing, just notes. But god, it felt good to be back in that position of 'crap, want sleep, but idea may leave if I sleep and it's too good to let go'.
Oh, and I didn't hear back from the people from the English club, so...yeah. But that's okay. There's always next year.