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The sun is shining, the trees are green, the neighborhood kids are outside beating each other vigorously with lacrosse sticks, and I have a bucket of buttermilk fried chicken and some limeade.

Ah, springtime.

Now I'm going to study the books I got from the library on Norse mythology and continue making notes. My brain is boiling on this idea I have, and I can't do anything but write it. It feels so good to be passionate about a new idea again. This is exactly the reason why I write, this feeling right now; being really excited about a new project. It just permeates my life and makes my limbs tingle. It gives me drive. I think this might be what living is really all about. It also feels really good to know that I'm not going to end up being a one-book pony.

And now if you'll excuse me, I have some celebratory fried chicken to attend to.

Edited to add: This is some damn fine chicken. I'm beginning to think that celebratory fried chicken might be another thing that living is really all about.