I like this! As a fellow writer....

A couple years ago I wrote a 50,000 word story in about four or five weeks, beginning to end. The editing hell has dragged on for years(of course).

I wrote it quickly in a panic as if the world would end if I didn't finish it. I wrote everyday, I wrote for hours. I couldn't WAIT to reach the end. It was like the same feeling you get when you're reading a good book and then you feel sad once you've reached the end(you couldn't wait to get to the end but once you get there it's kind of sad).

I had the ending of the book in my mind before I ever began. And I began without a plot-line, without all that stuff, I just began.

I would have to disagree kindly with one replier, the key is not a good editor(that stuff comes after you've written your story, I say).

The key is feeling like it is the most important thing you've ever done IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE. The key is feeling like no one else in the world could ever tell your story, so YOU must, you're the ONLY ONE that can do it. And if you make the ending the most important part of the story(in my humble opinion, endings ARE the most important part of the story) then you'll be forced to reach the end... the feeling of importance and impending doom upon NOT completing it will never leave you throughout your journey. It will feel like a life or death situation because you have a destination to reach and you won't be personally fulfilled until you reach it. And again(forgive me for reiterating), because it's the BIGGEST thing you've ever done and who care's if it's the ONLY thing you'll ever do(I didn't).

But I mainly write therapeutically(I turn true stories into fiction stories). And I write during times of extreme loneliness(with a "fuck the world" attitude). My endings are the closure's that I fantasize about, they will vindicate me as a fellow human being on this planet. Those vindications are important to me, very personally, very selfishly. Which means writing, for me, is shamelessly self-indulgent and self-fulfilling.

Without that I don't know how I would ever have finished a story. I'm not sure if one can just will this manic panic up at a whim or how to make something feel so enormous in purpose. But I do know, now, that because I did it once... I can do it again. And I will.