It makes me feel... happier. More contented. I suppose Heinlein was right when he said that there are no former writers. It's a habit, almost an addiction. I stopped to wonder why I had quit writing in the first place, and it didn't take long for me to figure it out.
I quit writing because my way of life was not allowing me to do so. I have found that I write best in the middle of the night when nobody is around. Everything is quieter, and I can really listen to myself think. Unfortunately, for the past several years that option was not available to me.
For you see, I need an internet connection to truly write well. Without one, I am left grasping for knowledge that I simply do not possess. It makes writing very frustrating, to say the least. Heck, right now I have a serious post waiting in the wings for me to finish up research on. It should be up within the next few days, assuming relevant information is online. I believe it is, I just may have to sift a bit to get it.
Of course, I'm also doing some research for my NaNoWriMo idea, and that research is on a completely different subject. So, considering as I only have three days to get the majority of that research done before I have to actually implement it, I will have an interesting time splitting my attention. C'est la vie, and all that.
All those words, right up there? That's a total of 288 words. That's about one sixth of the amount that I will need to be writing daily. Kinda scary, when I look at it like that. I suppose I will just have to not think about it, in order to keep myself sane.
Now, I have an option when it comes to NaNoWriMo. I could either write the novel based on what my research has been on, or I could simply do a journal of the month itself. I personally feel that doing the journal would be cheating, but there is the fact that I would not have to do more research than simply living my own life.
Writing it based on my research would be much more difficult, considering as how the research itself is not coming along to well. Besides, my idea is really more fitted to a short story rather than a full-length novel. Hrm. What to do?
I think that is my main issue, when it comes to writing longer pieces. My ideas and such are more suited to really short stories. Flash fiction, I believe it is called. Which would explain my difficulty several years ago. I was simply trying to throw all of my ideas in at once, rather than attempt to resolve each one on it's own. Or even sticking with one idea, and looking at all of the consequences of it.
Honestly, I do not know. All I know is that I consistently fail college English course, so should I succeed it will be a nice big 'In your face!' to them. Not including the sentence you are reading right now, the word count is up to 553. We're about a third of the way to what I should have, now. That, and I do believe that this post has basically finished up what I needed it to do.