I’m at the “wait to hurry up” stage of making good things happen in a writing capacity. The last time I had this sensation, the process ended up not working out very well, and I may never know to what extent that failure was my fault and how much was out of my control. Not going into details, as you all don’t need that in your lives. Suffice it to say that the failure resulted in a crash in self-confidence that led me to take a sabbatical from my original fiction for the better part of a year.
Right now, though? I’m waiting to get started on something new. I’m going into it with basically no expectations, so it’s not likely to disappoint me like the other thing did. But I’m at that stage where I can’t do anything yet, I can’t tell how long it’ll be before I can (hours? days? minutes?), but I don’t want to waste a second once the process is open.
The sabbatical seems to have been a good idea, let’s just say.