Tonight, I came home from work (late, as usual) and curled up on the sofa with the iPad again. This time it was to
work on my novel — the one from the 2007 NaNoWriMo. The one where I won, but the story was far from over.

By my rough estimate, I wrote around 3 pages tonight, which doesn’t sound like much if you don’t account for the time needed to get dinner, eat it, and zone in and out of the Phillies and Flyers losses.

I missed going to martial arts tonight, but my arm still aches from the shoulder strain I got a week ago, and my mind is on fire with characters and ideas. I dont know how long I’ll be able to sustain this pace before the creativity drains out, but it feels as good to
be writing again as a long workout would have made me feel.

I feel alive.