I'm Lovin' It

It's 130 in the morning.

I'm trying to pick up a new ghosting gig and promised I'd have my finished piece to them by Friday. In my mind that means mid-day Friday, not the 11:59pm I occasionally get away with in the virtual world.

I'm tired. My preschooler will be up in 6 1/2 hours. I just started the coffee brewing.

And I'm jazzed.

I don't particularly want to write this article; its subject matter is something in which I have no interest and for which I have no need, but I will. And it'll be good--or at least as good as I can make it.

Why?

Because even though it means I have to do things I don't want to do for far less money than McDonald's pays, I love it.

I love words. I love playing with them. I love the build-up before I sit down to write, the time, sometimes hours, sometimes days, where I roll all the things I want to say around in my head to put together a cohesive whole. I love the feeling when I ~know~ I've got it right. If you've ever felt it you know it; if you haven't I can't explain it.