An occurrence that I haven't experienced in over a decade has reinstated itself in my life: lying in bed at night with thoughts revolving around my novel-in-progress keeping sleep at bay.
I'd hate it if it wasn't a sign of something wonderful.
What's more, today I even skipped ahead to the part assigned to be written tomorrow after finishing today's part.
I mean, didn't I use to do this. Not too long ago I would dread writing even the part set for the current day. Something has changed; I'm rediscovering the joy of writing I haven't had since my teens.
Maybe it's because I'm writing every day, and thus, it has become a habit.
Or maybe my new writing technique is the culprit.