What is it about creation that is somehow both exhausting, and extremely gratifying? I was bad, I didn't write today. But then a couple hours ago instead of going to sleep, I started writing a part of the story I'm working on. And yes, it took a couple of hours. My legs and back were very mad at me when I finally got up. But I decided to strike while the inspiration was there, and I'm quite tired now, mentally speaking. But I'm actually really happy with the scene that came into being tonight. It ended up being a really nice moment between my main characters. And I'm still smiling about how it turned out.
And don't worry Fred, I'll get around to responding to the post you tagged me in later.
For now I'm going to revel in the feeling of writing something good.
