The line is one of my favorites from Samantha in the Sex and the City movie. I know, I’m all typical, but I keep thinking about it as I’m pushing life issues as far as possible from my mind and concentrating on my writing. After finishing up a story just this morning, that makes four fresh, new short story submissions within the last three weeks.
And I haven’t been fretting over them or checking my email every five seconds. I’m just writing them, sending them away and then working on the next project. How many times have I said that writing is therapeutic for me? And I’m not even the writer who takes the real life bad guy, put him in the story and kill him off. No, I’ve been writing happy things and these things have, in turn, been making me happy.
Somebody has to have a happy ending, it may as well be my characters, eh?
The Christmas shopping is slow going, but that’s because (thankfully) the children aren’t asking for much this year. They’re getting older now and are more excited at the thought of spending time with family which I’m supremely thankful for because I truly hate the gifting part of the Christmas holiday. I won’t hop on that soapbox, though.
But yes, writing, loving it, sleeping well and feeling more at peace than I have in a long, long while.