Day one hundred two of my 365 Day Writing Project.
I was talking on the phone with my cousin today when she asked me how my writing is going. Before I answered her, I found myself smiling. I was holding the phone to my ear in that second-or-so between the question and the answer, and I was smiling a big, goofy smile that no one saw.
That smile stuck with me all day. No, I didn’t smile a big, goofy smile all day. I thought about that smile all day. But when I sat down at my computer to write again tonight, that big, goofy smile returned. It is no wonder I write every day. It is no wonder I skip sleep so I can write. It’s quite simple. Writing makes me happy.
Writing makes me happy because when I write, it feels like I’m doing what I was born to do.
– James Prescott