One Half of Barton Fink

I drove home last night, feeling slightly inspired and reminded by the first half of Barton Fink. (I haven't seen the second half yet.) It's about a writer... apparently it was written by the Coen brothers while they had writer's block on another film. The writer in the film, Barton Fink, is blocked too.

I'm not blocked but I hadn't written anything besides my journal and my blog for several days. At least since the night before my birthday when I sat down and wrote a few paragraphs on turning 30. No, I'm not referring to my blog entry. It was a few more paragraphs. Basically, this is a long, boring, intricate way of me saying I haven't worked on my book in several days. Possibly even a week. Maybe.

Not last night though, not last night at all. I sat down last night and I couldn't stop. It wasn't until 2:13 in the morning that I finally forced my hands and my mind away. I wrote three chapters in the course of a few hours. I've only got two left and then my first draft is done. I just might finish it today. It'll be my first ever completed book.

It's amazing to me. I'm doing it. And I've got plenty of ideas, I even know how tomorrow will start for my main character and I know how it will end. I've got it all written down on sticky notes, it's coming along. This is exciting though frightening. Anxiety is definitely setting in and playing it's evil little games but I'm going to ignore it.

Just a few short hours away now...