No complaining today about the writing life–just the love instead. The sharing of a great story (not writing my own, which are not great, but i mean reading or seeing someone else’s) is a wonderful and amazing thing. I love that feeling that a page or a screen can send straight to the heart or the stomach or the brain or wherever it is that this feeling gets stirred. I love those moments in a book or in a film that make me go back to read it or watch it again and again. It can be in any story–serious or light. Butterflies in the stomach. Having a crush. The feeling of when I was a kid and would roller skate as fast as could and grab the pole in the center of our carport and let the momentum carry me around and around. The feeling of a good story is like that. But how does one capture it and put it on the page? Or does it wander in of its own accord?

I don’t know. I’m sleep deprived and it probably shows…but maybe I’ll figure it all out tomorrow. Ha! And hurray for a good story.