Praise and glory! Hallelujah!
I hit a pocket of inspiration! What an amazing rush. All day I have been plunking away, squeezing sentences out and then suddenly my characters (William and Katherine, you can know that much)
took off. Of course they did everything I, in my infinite wisdom, told them not to. But they couldn't handle it anymore. Four pages flew from my fingers tips. It was like the same rush you get from sprinting a half-mile. What a joy! Of course it's probably all crap, but it felt good! O yea.
And, if my calculations are correct, my novel is 32 pages (book size pages) long now.
How wonderful. I just hope it isn't all crap as I suspect it must be.