Suffering from a Novel Addiction

I’m suffering from a rather deep and consuming addiction to my novel.  It shouldn’t be a surprise.  My character has hit her darkest moment now that I’ve reached 36163 words. (Another accidental pallindrome)  Now it’s the rush to the climax.   When I’m reading a book, I can’t stop turning the pages.  Writing a book is like doing that in slow motion.  Since I’m not Stephen King, I am incapable of pumping out fifteen to twenty thousand words in a week. Oh, if only.  I’m never really sure of what’s going to happen until I can type: The End.