Hey... so I finished that book... the one I started two weeks ago... yeah, that one. It ended at 61K. I haven't done a revision, so that'll change, but I wrote out the last chapter. So, I can sleep again. It's all out of my head.
I don't know many other obsessive writers. I'm curious if there are many out there. Whenever I finish a book, people are generally shocked. I don't know what it means that I can write so fast... in some ways, I get a little ashamed of it. I'm sure a good portion of the people that read this will assume that anything written that fast must suck. Meh... maybe it does. I just know the story is out of my head... and on paper, so I can sleep again. Thank goodness. Last night, I was crashing so hard trying to get it out of my head because my body wanted to sleep, but my mind wouldn't shut up.
It's not pretty. If you're jealous of how fast I write... stop. Seriously. It's a part of this sickness that is OCD. I can't sleep. I can't think. I can't live outside of OCD sometimes. My mind is never quiet. I can't even imagine what it must be like to have any silence in there. It's better with the meds, but it's still never quiet.
Anyway... so it's done. I'll work on the rewrite and we'll see how long the mind let's me rest before it's on to the next book or project.