I've been a writing fiend today. I think I've probably gotten in about five hours or so, and it feels good. I feel like I'm on a bit of a roll, and I feel an urgency to be mostly finished with the rough draft of my book by this summer. I feel like it's what I'm supposed to be doing, and I've also become convinced that I can only write this as a single man, who's continually desirous of marriage. It gives a certain poignancy to the writing that simply wouldn't be there if I was dating, or married.
It feels good to be writing in earnest again. I wrote nearly 3500 words today, and unfortunately, I need to leave, and I don't really want to. I'd like to keep trucking!