I'm happy!

Sometimes happiness is just so easy to know that I have. "I'm happy, I'm feeling glad; I've got sunshine in a bag. I'm useless, but not for long: my future is comin' on!" I mean there it is: that glow-y feeling, and I'm happy. That's obvious.

But sometimes I have to dig for it, and not in a bad way at all, but I have to know that I'm happy. Like, for example, right now. Little OCD me? (anybody guess that, reading my stuff?) with an inbox with 41 unanswered message and 69 messages total? Do you know how many messages I normally have in my inbox? Zero! Because as soon as I get an email, I respond and then I file it in one of my folders. I did say OCD, right? Good.

And, like, I've got a story I've got to finish so I can finish a story (so I can finish a story (so I can finish a story that everybody and her sister is wanting me to work on ("'phina, when you getting back to Bells Ringing?" me: "Um ... soon?"))). Check my plan ... AND I'm getting story ideas up the ... um, what word do I write right now? ... *blush* I mean, I'm finishing the two-shot "BloodBuzz" but then "Sirens" comes along mid-buzzkill and then I've got this birthday present I'm sketching.

And 'phfina the completer? With so many balls up in the air?

So it's a little bit of a whirlwind.

But then, looking all this, and so wanting to complain, bitterly about it and, oh, btw, I do have a life, ...

Well, I stopped myself from the whining and moaning I was going to indulge in, because ... because ...

Because if you looked at me a few months ago, you know: those two months where I didn't write a word except for a few PMs here and there? I'm busy now. Yeah: I'm superbusy, but I'm productive, and I'm writing some stuff that I like and some stuff that I'm like: ick, but other people like sometimes [stop belittling yourself, 'phfina, and say: 'that a lot of people like a lot!'] and a full inbox with messages that I have to attend to is better than, what just a year ago for 'phfina with an empty inbox and no friends at all. Way better. And, yes, I'm out this weekend, away from the computer and the appt. But isn't that great, too! I'm out. I'm with people ITRW. I'm smiling and talking and listening and they are doing the same.

So, no, I'm not going to get to your PM this weekend. I will get to it. And, yes, I'm pumping out all these varied story ideas. I will get back to the incomplete ones.

Or I won't. I'm mortal. I can get flattened by a truck. I almost did this winter. So I'm busy, busy, busy now, but that is so sweet! I have something to be busy about and I have something to write about and I have readers to read what I write!

I am so happy right now! *glow*