Feeling Like The Black Swan

I was up til 6am writing.

6am!!!!!

Its official. Im possessed.

I wasnt just writing it.... I was there. After a while, the story was writing itself. Then at 6am, whatever it was...... was just gone.

But I wrote so many pages, I cant even wrap my mind around it. Its almost done already, no bullshit.

And the fucked up part is, this book is the prequel to the first book I wrote, but the first one has to be released first. In my mind, it couldnt work any other way, but the first one - although, technically, a finished work - needs to be redone, in parts, changed, in parts, and completely rerouted, in parts, and I really should stop the work on this one to do that but I cant.

I just cant....