from a [dimly] lit room

still trying to figure out what exactly that last episode of Lost meant...

had a flash of creativity tonight, as that is the best way to describe it, for a new YA series [cause if i can write one book, i can always turn it into three]. will be called Travelers [i think] and will be about time travel/parallel universe travel, or both. and the main male character will be named Lucius. had that name stuck in my head for like a year now, so yeah, it's time to use it.

writing is like... i don't know, the only thing that makes me really, super happy with myself. and not just thinking about writing or editing something i've already written. no, i actually have to be writing. which is probably the only reason i write so much. it's like there's this switch that gets hit while i'm creating and i just feel like every thought is beautiful. but then when it's over, it's gone. and to have that feeling back i have to create again. and again. and nineteen novels later i find myself wanting to create more and more and more. no matter what i get out of it, even if it's nothing, it makes me happy. and happy is something not a lot of people have...