There are many reasons why I am and (and should be) grateful for the three-day weekend coming up, the only one I want to talk about right now is the fact that I intend to write at least 1000 words of a brand new, never-before-conceived-by-me story this weekend.
As well as finish the two papers that I have coming due.
But really, I just want to be giddy about the fact that I have a new story germinating and that it is so important to me that I am willing to try to schedule writing time to make sure I get a chance to write creatively during this school semester.
This has not happened to me before.
Every other semester, I’ve been more than content to put my creative writing on hold.
Whether the change is due to my finally declaring the two majors and two minors that I’ve always wanted to study or due to the fact that since I’ve started at my new school I’ve felt as though a missing piece were finally in place I will never know.
Nor do I truly care.
I am too busy reveling in the good feelings, the creative juices, the new opportunities, and the seamless way it all seems to be falling into place for me.
(Now, if I could just get a laptop, all would be [nearly] perfect).