What's up with me?

So last night I was writing and generally thinking about writing, and something popped into my head: I remembered two novels I wrote about two years ago that I had somehow forgotten about.

How I did this, I do not know. But that brings my count of novels I've written up to 10.

Yeah. I don't even know how I did this, seeing as I always feel like I'm struggling with writing. Anyways, this was a really sweet confidence booster. Especially since I crossed the 30,000 word mark on my current work-in-progress, FAKE. The 33,000 word mark, actually, as of last night.

So that's what's up with me, basically. Even though I know no one is reading this.