I think this is termed “inspiration”…

it’s nearing 7 in the morning.

I haven’t slept all night, and I couldn’t fall asleep now if I tried.

I was struck with an idea of sorts, and any exhaustion I felt immediately went away.

I’ve been typing the start to the semi-autobiographical novel I’ve been thinking of writing for years for the past two hours; however, my efforts are soon becoming listless due to the LARGE and ANNOYING cast on my right hand.

I mean, I’ve started this story countless times since I was 14, but for some reason, this time feels different. it feels strangely promising.

perhaps things are really looking up for me.