I accidentally started this evening. Sat down at the computer and wrote 5,000 words.
It's a romantic story, not the sort of thing I'd usually want to write, but this damn thing has been stopping me from waking up for about a year and it's time it got out. I don't even care if it's good right now.
However, I think it's OK. I'm not going to read back and check, though; that's the reason I have two 9 10ths complete bloody novels already - I keep changing them before actually finishing them. But I'm going to try to just finish this. That'll be an acheivement in itself.
And God, it feels so good to have that writing flow, when your fingers just need to keep up with the story they're writing. It's the best high ever!