It may just be the weather--you know, longer days, sunglasses, car windows half down, warm breeze blowing in, music rolling out.
Or maybe it's the feeling that anything could happen, that anything is possible. The realization that at this time next year, we'll be published authors, that kids everywhere (or somewhere) will be reading our words, the ones we chose, the message we've delivered.
Perhaps it's the 6th grade girls we meet with once a month to discuss amazing books. The ones who once sat stiffly on my couch, unsure and uncomfortable, who now curl their legs beneath them, throw out high fives, laugh and joke. The same girls who brainstormed title ideas with us, who plan to create their own version of our cover with color and sparkles. The girls we write for.
It might be the outlet, the creativity, the writing. The late nights and early mornings, fingers clicking, paragraphs written, chapters woven. The way places come alive and characters fight to be understood while navigating conflicts we've created.
Or maybe it's the support. The blog posts, the witty comments, the amazing friends. The way people light up when you tell them that you're actually doing it. You're following your dream. Living it.
Either way, we're happy. The kind of happy that has us scrambling to our computers in the morning. The kind of happy that makes you realize that in 10 years you hope you're lucky enough to be doing the exact same thing you're doing now. Only, you know, better.
So, on this gorgeous, almost-spring Friday we have only one question for you guys: What's your particular brand of happy?
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