Writing the first chapter was surprisingly easy. I don't understand. I was constantly interrupted. I'm sleep deprived. I was scared out of my mind. My music wouldn't work (Wi-Fi is spotty). And still somehow I did it. It was almost too easy. I know I will have to fix it and it's not stellar yet, but the groundwork of the story is there.
Am I becoming a professional novelist? You know, one who can write a novel while taking a dump?