The story has reached the point where my head is full of nothing but words and all I want to do is finish the draft. It's an obsession. I woke up this morning with great chunks of stuff in my brain, pressing to get out. Finish the draft. Finish the draft. All interruptions are currently annoyances. Get out of my way! I'm writing!
Man, it's been a long time since I felt this way.
I suppose eventually this will need transitions and things. That makes me sad.