Writing is the chocolate in my day.

Yes, writing makes me as happy as chocolate does. Even when I'm struggling with a sentence or a query letter or a chapter on relocating pets, writing gives me this feeling of completion. It makes me feel whole and contented and successful. And completely at home, like I'm right where I should be.

How cool is that? And how cool is it to actually get to do what you love every day?

I spent most of the day writing. Not researching. Or querying. Or writing character sketches. But actually writing.

First I finished an article for Hybrid Mom, editing and proofing as I ate my leftover burrito for lunch. Then I worked on my novel, adding to a scene that was fantastic, but a not entirely accurate time-wise.

At the risk of sounding conceited (which you know I am anything but), I just have to say this particular thing:

I love my novel!

The 50,163 words I typed during NaNoWriMo last November melted together to form a beautiful and thought-provoking story. Even as a first draft, which are notoriously bad, it's the kind of thing you want to wrap your arms around for comfort.

I sincerely hope all my writing friends out there feel the same about their work. And that all my non-writing friends have something to make them feel equally contented.

'Cause it's just the coolest feeling in the world.