Dreamy rambling

As I can see the second day of noveling coming to a close (well, not for hours yet, but metaphorically), I'm being forced to remember that there are other things going on in this world than just Following the Gay Umbrella. It's an extremely uncool feeling, I can tell you - I don't like remembering that I should be doing chemistry and math revision (I actually did do some of the former today, just because doing well in chemistry has become somewhat of a matter of pride for me), and not just sitting around and writing my novel. But I would like to just be sitting around, writing my novel - the past two days have felt SO delightfully surreal, as if there was nothing in the whole world to worry about except going past that next benchmark of another thousand words.

It's magically blissful. I know I talk of nothing but my novel, and I talk about it in a very obsessive and self-centered manner - but as Chris Baty, the founder of NaNoWriMo tells us, it is alright to have some me-time when creating. NaNoWriMo is supposed to be, paraphrasing his words, a crazy month-long vacation to me-and-creation land (and in my case, I guess, also Crazyland).

And it really feels like that! I haven't really felt this relaxed for a long time - there's nothing on my mind but getting to that next thousand, and what happens next and what my characters should say next and how they feel. I guess some of this relaxation and ease by which I'm writing also comes from the extensive preparation I've made - I still can't believe, looking at the three chapters I've written (at 13,294 words), that it has been that easy; and that that's actually the beginning of a NOVEL. Can it really be that easy?

The answer is most likely no - I know that there are many issues with it, and I will have to edit and revise it later, but that's for later. Right now, it's all about the joy of creation, and it really is joyous.

Ok, I know that I sound like I'm on drugs or high on something else, but the fact is that I am - I'm completely free of care as of now, completely at peace with not having to do anything else but write my novel. Tomorrow, I will have to go to work for five and a half hours, and that will most likely bring me crashing to reality - or, of course, alternatively, it might just serve to prove that what ever other obstacles I might have, I can still write.

Well, that's the concern of tomorrow. For now, I'm loving each minute of this wonderful, amazing month.