What Now?

It's a very snowy December 1st here in campustown. I like the snow rather a lot, so it feels like the world is giving me a prize for the mammoth task I accomplished last night.
The thing is, even though I've finished running the guantlet, I still have this urge to write. I've become so used to pounding away at my keyboard in every spare minute that not needing to write feels very wrong indeed. This is not a good development for me at this point in my life. I have three weeks left in the semester, and that means writing final papers and taking finals. I have a semester long paper due in two weeks that I have yet to start. There are other various tasks that I should have been working on for the past month, but I put them all aside to focus on my writing. Now is when I really need to put my writing on the back burner and let it simmer for a few weeks, but it is very, very hard to do so. I want to keep writing, even if what I'm writing is nothing of consequence. I should have known spending 30 days doing an introspective journaling exercise would screw me up.