Despite life happening, I actually cleared all my emails, chatted with friends on google talk (it's a lot of fun), posted on twitter, checked out my facebook account and find myself at the computer with TIME! Gracious, how ever did that happen?
I'd like to say it is because I am super organized, which is true, but it is also because I have a drive inside of me, spurring on my muse until I can't stand it and just have to sit down and write.
That being said, I actually (gasp) pulled up some research I'd saved and began reading where I left off. I also looked at one of the stories I am working on, did so clean-up there and sent it off, as a writing sample, along with a completed application, to the Highlights Foundation for a summer program.
"Everyone" always says it is important to write something every day, to make it a goal, to not deviate from that goal if at all possible. And I've actually been doing that this week. I've been making my muse a priority instead of pulling it out here and there, and I'm finding it is rewarding me.
When I let my muse gush out, it fills me with enthusiasm for the rest of the day, approaching life with a better attitude, and making my time at non-writing tasks go by quicker and with a smile. Okay, maybe not a smile all the time, because after all, who smiles when cleaning the oven? But, still...
How is it that I'd forgotten that letting go and writing was actually the greatest fun there is? Better than screaming on a roller coaster and almost as good as sex. I get those endorphins moving, and I feel good--no, great! And there is that deep satisfaction in knowing that although ultimately I cause my readers in enjoyment, I have given myself the greatest thrill of them all.