When your on the last chapter of your rough draft and you already blew past your daily quota but you just CAN’T STOP because for once the words are FLOWING and you’re so excited and energized and feel as if you could write FOREVER.
Yeah. This Moment.
. . .
(BTW, why do the words only flow when I’m nearing the end?! Where were you, Muse when I needed you in the beginning? And in the middle? And for all those bits in between? Out having a cocktail, huh? And you couldn’t even bother to share. Seriously. Sometimes I just want to trade you in for a better model.)