So a week ago right about now I finished the first draft of my NaNoWriMo novel. See my fancy badge over there? Yay me!

At the time it all felt rather underwhelming, honestly. Almost anti-climactic.

But since then, and you’ll think this is silly I have no doubt, but since then I’ve felt different. I see things, some of the time, with a different set of eyes. I read something in the paper or overhear people talking and I start imagining the events fit into one of my stories, usually with a twist.

Its cool. I don’t know how to keep this feeling, though, and I fear it’ll slip away. I guess I just have to keep on writing!