satisfied

So, Nano started. I thought I would be scraping by, you know? I though I would be trying so hard to slam out my 1,667 a day (500 words is about a page. You do the math) But I'm actually almost a day ahead. Kennedy's story is just coming to me, and I am adoring it. I stopped tonight, not completely because I want to, but because I want to get a little Lost Song done tonight, and talk to my boyfriend.

I am so happy! I feel all giggly and silly, which is so strange. By definition, this is not a very good week at all. The things that have happened....it's just been awful, and sad. But Chad keeps calling me about dinosaur toast, and I keep on writing, and it's so hard to be sad, when I am so well-loved, and writing two wonderful stories, and feeling so inspired to write them. This is my element, and if I could capture the way I have felt this week...that would be the loveliest thing. I feel as though I have never really known what it was to be satisfied at night until now.