Good morning, dear readers.

It’s a happy day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and I’m feeling good. (Pause for Buble video: I’m Feeling Good. Thanks, Michael.)

I went out and got myself a light alarm clock–one that wakes you up with gradually-increasing light and then bird chirps, which is amazing. I’d highly recommend it.

But even better, after weeks of struggle, the writing is finally going well. Adam has showed up in all his complaining glory, Cherabino has gotten herself in trouble, and the massive rewrite is paying off. I can see the threads coming together. This is the feeling–the feeling with the words flowing and the characters talking–that I got into writing in the first place to feel. When it’s working, there’s nothing better in the world.

Plus, ideas for other stories are itching at me in a very pleasant way, like little Christmas presents waiting under my muse-tree. I’m thrilled.

How about you guys? What are your moments of joy this week?